A Closed Mouth Gathers No Feet

A well known phrase in my family. I recall late last night being in Wake Up with everybody and passing comment to Lee about how ugly the Simon Butler Skiing Staff were. He just said, “That’s my wife” which cut the conversation short. I don’t remember much. I think we went to the Cocoon but I can’t be sure. We definitely started in the Caleche where one of the guests was hitting on Lee and Nic and I winking at him and gesturing across the bar to indicate his luck. It was 0345 when I arrived back into the Chalet alone having left the majority of the crowd somewhere and I can recall having an urgent need for a pee on the way home too. It must have been a good night. I awoke for the early breaky at 0600 got dressed and had a morning wee in accordance with my routine, but then it was much larger than normal which threw me a little and I had to go back to sleep. Beccy came barging in at about 0653 and shouted something along the lines of: “get up you lazy bum”. So I did and was greeted with the remainder of the Staff poking fun and making themselves seem hard done by because I was sleeping instead of helping. I was in a bit of a daze and couldn’t really string a coherent sentence together but I didn’t seem drunk as I could walk in a straight line.

I waved goodbye to the majority of my family and later discovered that the skis of those which had stayed had been taken back to the shop prematurely. I drove them to the shop and picked some more up.

After that the day proceeded peculiarly and I picked the task of hoovering. The hoover is defunct so trying to get it to pick the little white pieces of god knows what out of the immensely thinning carpet which I think is 90% dust anyway is no mean feat. Still I think I managed it with style and I thanked the bus people for being late picking the guests up so I had an extra hour and a half to complete my task.

By this time it was 1500 and lunching was a little slow and cumbersome as I had relatively little energy to call upon. At 1600 I started runs to Champfort for some of the guests who didn’t hire equipment from Adam. I didn’t really want to take the blue bus as it’s more visible around town and I always fear I’ll get stopped. Phillipe, the shop owner only reinforced my fears by offering to make up a new one out of wood because the Gendarmes are power hungry.

I wished I could have slept but I continued battling on and eventually the night wrapped itself up.