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A prophesy for a fantasy, the curse of a vivid mind A very cheery Bonjour from poolside in Chamonix. No, of course I’m not sorry. I’ll be back at my desk in Cardiff this time next week and I’m sucking the very last drops of joy out of the next few days, thank you. A… Continue reading A prophesy for a fantasy, the curse of a vivid mind

Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I’ve kissed her It’s been over a week since my last confession, and I’ve been so busy that I can’t remember most of it, which will no doubt come as a great relief to some of you. It’s been mainly filled with work and *gasp* some thunderstorms… Continue reading Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I’ve kissed her

I wanna be haunted by the ghost The kids have left and I am never playing Uno again. They don’t actually make much noise, but the apartment feels very quiet without them. We escorted them off the premises yesterday, which involved a trip down the hill to Annecy and a wee wander by the lake… Continue reading I wanna be haunted by the ghost

I’m ready for the real thing but nobody’s selling I don’t want to ruin anybody’s day, but Christmas appears to have arrived 4 months and 17 days too early in Les Gets. My ears were assaulted by “Let it Snow” whilst minding my own business, trying to enjoy an Orangina this morning. My annual squawking… Continue reading I’m ready for the real thing but nobody’s selling

May the road rise with you Cards Against Humanity is now de trop chez nous, especially as Nick had the audacity to win the first game. Uno is where it’s at, and let me tell you, it’s SAVAGE. I’d hate to suggest that we’re a competitive family, but I was lucky to make it to… Continue reading May the road rise with you

And I talk to the filth and I walk to the door And so it came to pass that Joe and Ashley deigned to grace us with their presence in Les Gets, and there was much rejoicing after 4 weeks of not seeing them. We proceeded immediately chez Madame for kir pétillant and there was… Continue reading And I talk to the filth and I walk to the door

A simple prop to occupy my time Hello, hello. Well here we are in week 2 already – where does the time go, eh? Summer appears to be over in the UK, but it’s still brain meltingly hot here. We spent part of the weekend supporting runners in a series of local races and there… Continue reading A simple prop to occupy my time

Are we just falling stars dancing across the sky Bonjour from Les Gets, where my concussion and I are having a lovely time, thank you. Oooh and isn’t it HOT? Although it rained here this morning, which was nice. OK, that’s the British Weather Bullshit out of the way. Now let me tell you about… Continue reading Are we just falling stars dancing across the sky

If they were me and I was you As I write this from my prone position on a sunlounger by the pool, there’s a fire raging less than 30 minutes away, just south of Avignon. It started last night while we were out having dinner and when I opened our shutters this morning, a thick… Continue reading If they were me and I was you

It’s no better to be safe than sorry The past few days have been more challenging than I thought they’d be, to be honest. Turns out that knowing I won’t be racing is very different from *actually* not racing. I thoroughly enjoyed supporting everybody who was out there being magnificent in the Val d’Aran, but… Continue reading It’s no better to be safe than sorry