15/03/2005
The dreaded lurgy...
Or should it be lurghy... or lurgee? Yes, I think we all know that's not right.
But I digress- I am coming to you today through a mist of red wine and Beechams flu' strength powders. Uuuuuuuurgh!
Everyone together now, 'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!'
But this time next week, when the clean fresh mountain air is whistling through my lungs I will be completely cured.
How do I know this?
Because it works every time.
And what is an exercise-shy, unsporty type, who hates the cold, and who is terrified of heights doing floating on a plank of wood hundreds of feet off a snowy piste each year?
Because it is simply the best holiday known to man.
And why is this so?
Because each year I conquer my fears again, and because each year the atmosphere is unparalleled, and because each year I meet such fascinating people in ski school...
a vintner from South Africa... A baron from Austria... a violin maker from Gothenberg... A small man with a gigantic brain who worked in IT in California and could ski the pants off all us taller folk...
If I had to miss out on one holiday, it would not be my ski trip, I assure you.
Who will I meet this year?
I can hardly wait to find out!
(And no, I have never once been cold- In fact I need more sun tan lotion in the mountains than I do on a beach)
Love to all, and happy reading everyone!
Susan
Oh, and PS to all my dear friends in the US, who have kept The Greek's Seven-Day Seduction on Waldenbooks for the third week. I'm so glad you loved Iannis as much as I did!
Sxxx
But I digress- I am coming to you today through a mist of red wine and Beechams flu' strength powders. Uuuuuuuurgh!
Everyone together now, 'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!'
But this time next week, when the clean fresh mountain air is whistling through my lungs I will be completely cured.
How do I know this?
Because it works every time.
And what is an exercise-shy, unsporty type, who hates the cold, and who is terrified of heights doing floating on a plank of wood hundreds of feet off a snowy piste each year?
Because it is simply the best holiday known to man.
And why is this so?
Because each year I conquer my fears again, and because each year the atmosphere is unparalleled, and because each year I meet such fascinating people in ski school...
a vintner from South Africa... A baron from Austria... a violin maker from Gothenberg... A small man with a gigantic brain who worked in IT in California and could ski the pants off all us taller folk...
If I had to miss out on one holiday, it would not be my ski trip, I assure you.
Who will I meet this year?
I can hardly wait to find out!
(And no, I have never once been cold- In fact I need more sun tan lotion in the mountains than I do on a beach)
Love to all, and happy reading everyone!
Susan
Oh, and PS to all my dear friends in the US, who have kept The Greek's Seven-Day Seduction on Waldenbooks for the third week. I'm so glad you loved Iannis as much as I did!
Sxxx
