So it's he end of January and I'm sure you have all been wondering what I have been up to.
I started the year with Fran in France. We booked a last minuet ski holiday to Flaine, where one of Fran's friends had an apartment. Dave had agreed to put us up for the week, show us around and join us on the slopes. He turned out to be a quality guy and we had a great time.
Now, I haven't been skiing for over 10 years. Henry (my brother) had talked me into buying ski boots and skis, so when we got on to the slopes on that first day I was slightly nervous. What if I hated skiing? What if I was awful? Was I about to look like a muppet with all the gear and no idea?
Turns out my fears were mostly unfounded. I can still ski. Fran and I had a cracking time on the slopes and I was genuinely gutted when the week was over and it was time to pack away my skis and catch a flight back to England.
Roll on next years ski holidays.