It’s just the wasted years so close behind
Hello hello from Kate’s Guest House, which has a three million star review and is, alas, now fully booked until 18thNovember 2079. Apart from You, of course. You’re always welcome, but everybody else will have to make do with the cockroach infested dive down the road. Sorry about that.
Anyway, we’ve had some visitors over the past week and it’s been a lot of fun. Also, I’d like everybody to go away now, thank you.
Joe and his bestie came out for a long weekend, to remind us how 22 year old boys do holidays. This apparently involves drinking Bailey’s at 10 am in airports, beer at 11 am up mountains, an endless capacity for food and a need for very little sleep. Some things, however, never change.
We went for a Nice Family Walk out at Lac de Montriond. A walk with Joe at 22 is remarkably similar to a walk with Joe at 6.
The lac was frozen, so what did we do? We threw rocks at it, to see if we could break the ice. If the topography of the Haute Savoie has been irreversibly altered, blame my son.
Hot on the heels of the departure of the Youth, came the arrival of the Brother in Law. He’s even older than Nick, which is a remarkable feat in itself – but it does mean that he does things like go to bed occasionally, and I am totally here for that.
Madame was so enchanted with him that she gave us free takeaway tarts – and I am totally here for THAT, too.
Just in case you’re worried that all I do all day is dick around eating cake and throwing rocks, well let me put your mind at ease. I’ve been skiing, too. It’s about 16 degrees here, the sun is shining and the last vestiges of snow are melting fast – but it’s glorious up the hill if you get up early enough to beat the slush.
I spent this morning lapping my beloved Mélèze at high speed – and it doesn’t get much better than that.
