Ok, so the last couple of days worth of reports have been a bit on the dull side. And if I just report what we’ve been up to yesterday, then if you’re not reaching for the vodka bottle already, you will be by the end. Although I am tempted to just scribble down a whole load of stuff and watch that happen.
So I will try and balance a few things, and I won’t keep you too long. You have, I notice, much more pressing things to be getting on with.We didn’t ski. The weather is on the damp side. And whilst that’s good for skiing, it all depends upon the ‘snow level’. We are below it here, so snow falls as rain. Which is not a bad thing for driving, but rubbish for sitting on a chair lift. Also, as I’ve said before, we’re fair weather skiers (my friend Jonathan B will be raising his eyes to the ceiling if he’s reading this). Skiing in a blizzard is as much fun as having your foot run over by a tank, and slightly more dangerous. However, if danger is what you’re after, I can tell you that skiing in a blizzard is actually excellent fun once your legs are in and you know the slopes, but not now – not at my age. So on day one, with C a bit tentative about her recently broken leg (not recent recent – that would be foolish, recent as fifteen months ago), it was an easy decision.
The forecast is more rain/snow (depends how high you are) and then some broken sunshine. So we might try tomorrow, or Wednesday, or wait for the kids to turn up. We will ski, I’ve no doubt about that. It’s just when.
So we caught a bus and went down the hill to Chappelle d’Abonadnce. Just for a wander round. Which is what we did (in drizzle) and then walked back up the valley to the Interspar and caught a bus back to the apartment. That, believe it or not, took most of the day. After which C made a shed load of red cabbage and I baked a fruit cake.
Then we had the tooth incident. I reported a couple of days ago I lost the cap on my front tooth, which I’d had since I was eighteen. Not having a front tooth is not a pretty sight, but I didn’t lose the cap so it was just a question of how strong is the glue? Well I bought some stuff from an Italian pharmacy. They had to go out the back to find it, and it was €18, so I guess it was the business. First attempt failed, however. It fell out again yesterday. So last night, having cleaned the cap of everything that looks like it shouldn’t be there, C, with a head torch on and a sharp knife, had a go at the tooth, cleaning bits that probably shouldn’t be there. It was like being at the dentists but as far removed from it as you imagine; it was very Little Shop of Horrors with C taking the Steve Martin part. Anyway, it’s back on now.
I could, of course, go to the dentist. Oh well.
Not sure about today…..let you know tomorrow.