I know, blogging has taken a back seat for a bit. Things got crazy in December. So, what have I been up to?
Well, I’ve been stocking the cupboard with questionable drinks.
Some of which are very questionable indeed.
But mostly I went skiing. And so, here’s some pictures of that because frankly that’s what I took pictures of.
Grand Motte above Tignes, always stunning with some killer black runs for those of you trust find kiddies not tossing your manes about at the après bar...not that I didn’t imbibe, obviously. I just don’t hang around long enough to take my goggles off.
I mean, sure, I waste time taking the best lunar landscape selfies ever, but it is mostly about the skiing.
This is how good the weather was. I almost feel sorry for the bastards who booked the week after us.
Okay, fine, you want après bar, here’s how the young folk break it down, Folie Douce style. Always funny avoiding them attempting to ski down afterwards.
Their idea of a good après bar has people spraying champagne over each other. Ours has vodka gummy bears!
See? Another shameless selfie. I’m not even going to apologise.
We also ate our weight in meat.
Which we deserved after making it out alive in whiteout conditions.
And we shopped. I particularly fancied this €2500 jacket.
But settled on this one from the same store for much less (though frankly I didn’t need it at all).
As usual, we convinced some chalet people to try and keep up with us, which, bless their ski socks, they did, mostly.
Then we came home to discover it was Christmas and the fridge was empty. We gave thanks for the baby cheeses.
So we high tailed it to Ireland where we drank cocktails with potato garnishes.
Where was The Dog?, you might ask… Languishing in kennels, costing us a small fortune. Was he pissed? You bet. But he’s fickle, thankfully, so we won him over with an appropriate festive canine amusement.
And that is what happened in December.