I am pleased to announce that I am still alive.
Indeed, my family just this minute got back from our annual skiing holiday in La Tania, exhausted, with complaining stomachs and two pairs of skis even more in need of a wax than they were this time last week. Seriously though, it was brilliant, even though there were one or two... ahem... incidents.
Now, I don't usually make a habit of explaining the things in the titles of my blog, but I think this week definitely merits some decent explanations, so, first, the flood & fire. Now, the fire wasn't really anything to do with us, but Crystal (the company organising the holiday) had a VERY busy week. On Tuesday, in one of the other chalets (which are all made of wood, it being the Alps) there was a fire. Not a serious one, of course, just an oven that decided it would much rather be a flamethrower, but it was enough to have the rep running around answering phone calls all evening (when he was helping to cook for our chalet as one of the hosts went back to the UK for a few days.) In addition to this, and much more relevent to me & my family was a fairly major flood, caused by something in the boiler blowing up, meaning that the chalet briefly became a large, three-floored sauna. Now, for anyone reading this who is not familiar with the alpine lingo, chalets are when you get a load of strangers (sixteen people in our case) into a large house, notably with a sloping roof which extends below the ceiling of the top floor at least, causing the ceilings on the top floor to be sloping. Basically, to have a flood in such a building is slightly disastrous, and all sixteen of us had to be moved. Thanks to this, my family (along with another six people) were transferred to a five star hotel in Courchevel 1850 (one of the swankiest resorts in the Alps) for the last night. It was certainly an interesting experience, but I feel sorry for the people whose jobs were to cook and clean for us in the chalet, as they would have been the ones faced with the unenviable task of owning up to the next sixteen people (who would have arrived this afternoon) why the rooms were all wet, the ceilings dripped and why the sofas which ought to have been in the communal living room were upside-down on the veranda, missing cushions.
I've written a fair bit about that now, so I shall end this blog post with some advice. It may seem like a brilliant idea to do that red piste at the top of the chairlift to bomb down to the village as quickly as you possibly can so you might get in a few extra runs, but it probably isn't if it hasn't snowed for a couple of days and it was icy even after the snowfall. It'll be an absolute deathtrap. Having said that, I managed to not fall over (even flying several yards off a mogul at easily 40mph,) and don't remember when the last time I had so much fun was... ;)
Lowri :)
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