Well we did it, and went 1750 meters up in a ski lift to Crete du Midi. The sun was shining the air was fresh and Mom and Dad jumped on the moving ski lift with vigour. I got the short end of the stick and went behind with Benjamin, only three to a seat. Benjamin and I are not seeing eye to eye at the moment, and he is doing everything in his power to end his life early, or at least make me do it. I am tempted at times and then when he's asleep, well he just looks like the perfect angel doesn't he. Anyway moving on or rather back, the lift was great, FFFFREEZING, but fun and the views from up there were absolutely magnificent. Benjamin attempted to make a huge snow ball and send it off the cliff, I could just see the headlines - 'South African Boy starts avalanche and kills entire village' I nearly made him walk back. Full of the flu I still enjoyed it.
Manu is working hard and now has figured out it's easier to get his wife to do the grocery shopping. So I am very skilled in moving a trolley between tired skiers at the end of the day in a packed Intermarche. I am sick of shopping, and I never thought I would say that. Picked up a lovely Panatone today though which will do nicely for Christmas morning, whilst we open pressies. Well that's if I get any, mmmm have I been a good girl, I don't know we'll have to ask Father Christmas.
Going to iron now, Mom is doing the crossword, Dad is reading, Benjamin is rattling around upstairs - I can hear him and he should be in bed, and Samuel is in bed - my true angel.
Christmas is coming - I love Christmas.
Taking in the view
Mom and Sam on their lift
Benjamin on my lift
The lift
Proof!
The village of Praz sur Arly