Still have this crappy cold I picked up while skiing :/ It kinda ruined the last couple days of the holiday (apparently you shouldn't ski with a temperature - who knew?!) but everyone was very patient with me going v-e-r-y sloooooooooooowly and bursting into tears for no reason. K's so cute when his being a perambulatory tissue holder, but I don't have a photo of that.
Apart from that, the week went well, certainly better than we had any right to expect, given the rocky start it had (vis: no snow, shrinking guest list, late arrivals, and did I mention the no snow?). K skied a whole black, without falling over, and I took a picture to prove it, so marvel at my works, ye mighty (despairing optional)
These are my poles. The next morning I got them caught in a chair lift, and one was RENT IN TWAIN. This made me cry, so I must have been ill.
Right Pole looks very lonely without Left now, and I have to go buy some that are actually the right height. D'oh. This means that next time we go skiing, I won't have taller poles than Tom...Tragedy. Still, I could have broken something more expensive - like a leg - so I'm not that fussed.