cold as ice...

Well, I'm back and I'm knackered... but I suppose the main thing is that all limbs are intact and it was a fantastic week skiing in the sun.

When I've got a bit more energy, I'll regale you with stories of how I went down an Olympic Bobsleigh run in a 4 man bob at about 89% gold medal winning pace (possibly the most brutal 62.24 seconds of my life), how I watched Inter Milan playing Juventus at the San Siro Stadium, how I successfully navigated the black run that hosted the 2006 Olympic downhill skiing events (or perhaps more pertinently, how I survived the actually-much-harder-than-the-run drag lift that takes you up to the top of the piste). If you're really lucky I'll tell you all about how we won a pub quiz thanks in part to C's cocktail making / drinking abilities and to my glorious triumph in the "Dance Like Your Dad" round.... (although, sadly, the photos from this triumph are on someone else's camera at the moment, so you will be spared the pictorial evidence).

I'll also be able to share photos with you that are almost identical in every respect to the photos that I take every year when we go skiing...La Rosiere in 2007, Courchevel 1650 in 2006, Courchevel 1850 in 2005 (but hey, different coat then)... i.e. some snowy mountains, me in sunglasses and the same jacket standing a little awkwardly on a pair of skis or with a cup of vin chaud in hand.....

Bet you can't wait, eh?

Anyway. How are you?