Chatting skiing and cheese with Andrew.
Swimming after work. I was really looking forward to it.
Hannah’s poo stories.
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The small train up the mountain to the glacier, with views all down the valley.
Sledging. On the botty whizzer. In thigh deep snow.
The postcards we smeared with cake. And the cake.
I skied! I’ve never skied before and it was so much fun!
The well earned and totally delicious hot chocolate with biscuits on afterwards.
….then the raclette for dinner. CHEEEEEEESE!
The beautiful cloud formations on the plane.
Discovering the British passport has a UNICORN on it.
SNOW! Chamonix. FRANCE! Drinking hot wine outside with the stunning mountains in the background. The horse wearing a hat! The drummers. Touching a ski. Finding the crisps.
The ice hockey match. The shouting in French, the men, the crêpe, the fondue, the winning.
That’s loads more than three but it’s been such a fun day.
It felt like it was suddenly light late enough to walk home after work. So I did. And it was lovely.
Flights booked for our holiday to Chamonix. Hurrah!
Drinking a lot of milk. A LOT.
Three little things 