Freezing Cold to Lukewarm

Hello!

So, if we were having a coffee this weekend I’d probably be telling you about my holiday, although I’ve pretty much been doing that every day anyway.  So, how about some things I didn’t say?

  • Getting up at 3am still sucks.
  • I still get excited by Going Home Day, however much I enjoy where I am.
  • And I do enjoy where I am, I just struggle to get excited about it before it happens.
  • I hurt my little finger, but have no idea how.
  • It’s really awkward to do up snowboard bindings when your gloves freeze.
  • Our chalet hosts were great, but our rep looked polite on the surface while acting like her guests were getting in the way.

There was an interesting dynamic in our chalet this year and, for the most part, we were sharing with some great people.  However, sometimes it’s interesting to see other people outside of their natural habitat.  There was one couple, older than the rest, who were obviously well to do – mentions of time-shares and holiday homes in Minorca and a getaway to Hawaii two weeks after a week’s skiing.

There was a trait, though, that annoyed the hell out of me.  One half of the couple seemed to complain about everything our chalet hosts made food-wise.  At best, she was lukewarm about the food but, most of the time, there were just complaints.  Prime examples were the lemon drizzle cake being too moist, then another cake being too sweet.  She complained about not being able to find any chicken in her chicken and chorizo lasagne but, even when she did, didn’t eat any of the meat anyway.

It felt like complaining for the sake of complaining and like she’d made her mind up that she wasn’t going to like something before even trying it and that annoys me more than anything.

There was one amusing story where some people could have done with acting a little cooler too!  One night we went out with a group from the chalet.  We walked in to one bar that strangely calls itself “the highest pub in Europe” despite being lower than the one that looks more like a pub than this one further up the mountain.  You know how you walk in to a bar and you usually scan around for a place to sit before asking what drinks people want?

Well, before we got to the part of asking about drinks, the girls in the group were all swamped by a group of guys.  The number of seconds between our entry and their introductions must have barely reached double figures!  I mean, even by my standards, that’s a little too keen!

I think my snowboarding got better.  I still lack a little confidence to point the board straight down a mountain and some red runs seem to be a lot harder than others for me, but I did have some fun following ski tracks to try to force myself to make the turns and practice the board control.  And when I can’t, I just have fun ploughing over mounds of snow!

I slept so well in my own bed last night! I had some weird dream though, one about running a business with someone (although I can’t remember what it was) and the other was redesigning some rooms in a hotel / home with some people I was living with which was strange for the fact that, while I knew the people, I also know there is no chance I’ll ever share a house with them.

I think that’s about it.  I’m back to work tomorrow and it feels a little bit weird that the next time I won’t be there on a Monday I’ll be unemployed.  Still, that’s for then.  For now, I hope you’ve enjoyed your week.  Cheers.

Speech came easy
And left us sane
You know the faces
But not the names
This man inside
Alive and unchained
Are you home?
Are you home?

And it’s hard believing
In a concrete thing
Where you’re not conscious
But you begin
To learn to love the sickness in your skin
Are you home?
Are you home?

I know, know, know, know, know
That you’re fighting
And I know, know, know, know
You’re not hiding anymore
And I know, know, know, know, know
That you’re trying
But are you home?
Are you home?

Are you home, are, are
Are you home, are, are
Are you home, are, are
Are you home, are, are

I see you’ve came easy
By at least a day
And I know you’re somewhere
That I can’t say
But it’s harder every day
To see what’s really not decay
Are you home?
Are you home?

I know, know, know, know, know
That you’re fighting
And I know, know, know, know
You’re not hiding anymore
And I know, know, know, know, know
That you’re trying
But are you home?
Are you home?

Are you home, are, are…

Are You Home by Amber Run

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