Skimite

Don't think I have forgotten last year's debacle.

I haven't.

I well remember the incident with the small child, and the way it bled, practically to death on a frosty bed of snow.

I also remember the near-death experience on the journey there, with the crazy drivers and the slippery roads.

I remember it all, and none too fondly.

So why, WHY on earth are we going again.

Skiing. sigh. It's a bit like marmite.