Oh dear, I feel I should update those of you kind enough to read about and comment on my ski lessons. ... having put the pressure on myself enough to wind myself into frustration (ski trip at Christmas & no more free time), I became a grouchy teenager with every muscle in my body tensed up in annoyance that skiing didn’t come naturally to me!! Ha
Admittedly reading back my own admissions has made it all very clear that I was being very silly indeed! This week I shan’t care a jot (ok, I shall try not to) and have a glass of mulled wine or something before hand!! Surely that’s medicinal!!
Soo shame of all shames, I managed to become Bridget Jones by skiing off across two lanes wobbling all over the place arms flailing and fingers crossed that I didn’t take anyone with me. The spectators were crying with laughter at my embarrassment & debacle. Blood filled my cheeks in shame and I blended nicely with the (very sexy) bright red safety helmet so that I probably resembled a cousin of the Ribena Berries.
Not satisfied that I had made quite a pillock of myself I later managed to fall over on my ski instructor – into a tangle of skis. I had promised my friends that I would do this but only if he was young & very cute…. Hummmm a lovely man but not quite hitting the hottie status sadly. Definitely in minus points now.
Can’t wait for this Tuesday’s lesson arrggghhhhhhh
Oh my. You have me laughing now! Thanks so much for your lovely comments about my magazine article. xx
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ReplyDeleteaaagh.....I feel your skiing pain...have never taken to the slopes myself and have no desire to now. Why sky when the are so many beaches left to lie on??
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