BEADS SKIS! Week Seven: Scooping out sick with a spoon

Only a short post today I think because I'm hungover and can't be bothered.

So yes, you read the title correctly! Most recently I have been scooping my friend's sick out of a drawer of clothes with a tablespoon. It was full of mushrooms.

This week it is very cold. When it gets below -10 the air feels different on your face, on your eyeballs and in your nostrils. You can just tell when it jumps a few degrees. Last night I think it got down to -24. Brrr!

One of the team left unannounced in the middle of the night leaving us in shock and despair. We got over it after a few drinks but we do miss him a lot because he was a cool guy. (Mostly we are jealous because he gets to sit on a sofa at home with his dogs and chill out doing nothing while we fill in his shifts and work extra hours etc. Git.)

My purse fell out of my bag in a nightclub (Dicks' Tea Bar) with quite a bit of money in it plus all my cards. I went into the club the day after and it had been returned with everything still in it - not a penny stolen. HAVE FAITH IN HUMANITY, PEOPLE.

There's a polo competition beginning today - luckily it's our day off so we'll get to see the first few games. I wonder what calibre of people the event will bring to Val!

Misc.
I was making a bed one day and a thread from the duvet cover got stuck where my finger is split open from being so dry. So basically it flossed my already sliced open finger. It was revolting and ridiculously painful.

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BEADS SKIS! Week Six: Into the New Year with a splat

When I first arrived here I had the problem that I would hit my head about five times a day. I was unable to judge either the size or position of my head. Given, I was adjusting to a new habitat and ducking into a bunk bed was weird and sometimes still the top bunk is 3cm too low for my brain to comprehend. Every time I hit my head it swelled and got lumpy - thus causing more bashes because my skull became a ridiculous shape! (I have a helmet for skiing...)

THANKFULLY, I seem to have got over this painful period of adjustment. However, I seem to fall over a lot. Like, all the time:
Sometimes I fall when I'm carrying my cleaning bucket which is painful because the bucket it plastic.
Sometimes I fall when I'm carrying a couple of linen bags which weigh about 60kg each and if I'm quick and ninja I can position them to cushion my fall - that's really difficult to do.
Sometimes I fall when it's a countdown to 2013 and I'm running towards non-existent fireworks which I think are in a particular direction but are actually not and so decide to run around a roundabout at the centre of the high street covered in black ice surrounded by lots and lots of people.

- It didn't hurt at the time, and although my pride was protected by the mass round of applause I received, my hip was not, and now I have another massive bruise. Christmas day bruises are fading slowly...

So anyway, this week has been busy. Quelle surprise!!! Though there was a breakthrough with regards to my relationship with skiing; I did a bordercross run and loved it. Bit scary, bit fast, bit twisty, uppy, downy and loopy but super fun. That day a big group of us went over to Tignes and had a great few hours. I fell over twice but spread out like a starfish so managed to control the tumbling. It's been sunny for a good few days now which is obviously beaut but I think we're in need of some new snow because the roads look dirty and the pavements are squishy slushy.

Our kitchen window and balcony (which has a greater square area than my bedroom) look out onto le Face. I spend most of my time looking out and watching people ski down with grace. How do they make it look so easy dammit?!

I'm assisting the chef this week in prepping and serving dinner for 18 and working late into the evening. It should be cool, but how do I pour wine?! Glug.

Misc.
Baileys for 3 Euros!? Yes, I will take that seasonnaire discount and abuse it. I have turned an aperitif into a standard bar drink and am happy to add several centimetres to the waistline at that price.
I think I ODed on Milka.

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