The Fifth Day

Today is the fifth day of not going skiing that’s the longest it has been since the start of the season and I am starting to get a little disillusioned.

Last night Beccy and I went to the Caleche for some cocktails, I think it’s my favourite place to drink at the moment. It was so good to get out, just the two of us, but I found it difficult not talking about what has been going on in the Chalet.

In the morning I left to drive the white van, which arrived back yesterday evening, to the Princess. Some guests insisted on taking the piss about the petrol again. I finished at about one o’clock and then realised that everyone else had already gone which put me in a mood and I no longer wanted to ski so didn’t bother.

Just now in the bar I confronted Slymon about what he said yesterday in the kitchen. He denied all knowledge. I told him that I didn’t know what he recalled but I clearly remember him saying that I wasn’t insured on the van. He’s now made me more angry. I spoke to Nic after and she and Ali had questioned him last night about the very same thing and it turns out he denied it to them too.