C'est fini!

It feels like just yesterday when Chubby was skiing about like a tart dressed as Father Christmas, Roz broke both her wrists, and then there was saga of the genepy infested Black Wednesday....this season has absolutely flown by! Once again I'm back in ghettosville aka Maidstone which is a bit tough adjusting to as a) there is no snow b) no people under the age of 50 c) I can eat my meals at times other than 3 and 6pm d) seasonnaire discount is good for NOTHING round these parts and e) I'm no longer governed by the illusive character that is Mr Scotty. I'm missing la Plagne and all the people though, but I've had an awesome season. You might even say that it was gnarly. Now just DO ONE! xxxx