So here we are in the mountains!
I'm sorry I missed out on wishing everyone a Happy Easter, but I was so busy do the mad spring cleaning that MUST be done prior to heading off for the airport on Sunday morning, that I ran out of time to put something seasonal up. Hope your Easter was filled with joy!
Miss U-t-B and I were picked up from Geneva Airport by Mr U-t-B, who has already been here a few days with his brother-in-law and partner-in-crime, -sarcasm and -joshing, Harry. As soon as we got up the mountain, Mr U-t-B dispatched the young lady and myself off to our friendly ski rental shop in search of boots and skis for her, whilst he nobly carried all our bags to the apartment.
Irene, who owns the shop, enquired whether I would be needing anything, to which I answered that I had a new pair of skis this year, which Mr U-t-B hopes will revolutionise my skiing technique and turn me into some middle-aged Chemmy Alcott ski-alike...
Irene said, 'Oh lovely! And what are they?'
To which I replied, 'Pretty ones,' which apparently is not the right answer!
But they are!
Once she had recovered from the giggles, she said that you always ski better with pretty skis on.
And as it turned out, she was right - I managed to shock my dear husband with my pace and composure on the slopes today! Mind you, I am paying for it now! Oh those muscles!