postcard from france

Dear little miss rachel, tried to upload a post and photo to share the sunshine and report that all is well with skiing but blackberry keeps deleting things. Would have mentioned the experience of the chairlift the opposite way and the fastest run I managed (it was the rest of the parties slowest) but I shall leave it for my return. See you soon x

ear little miss rachel, skiing is going well, if you discount the minor incident involving some crying and experiencing the chairlift going the opposite direction to usual. The rest of the week has been better and today I managed to keep up with the rest of my party. It was the fastest I have ever done that run and their slowest. Tried to upload a photo to share the sunshine

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Tagged!

Kristy tagged me, so here goes:


Here are the rules:



1. Link to the person that tagged you


2. Post the rules on your blog


3. Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself


4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs


5. Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.


6. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.


I am sure that you are all bored of hearing random facts about me (and can there really be anymore?) but here goes:


1. I don't wear a watch. Except today, when I am wearing M's because he forgot it.


2. January 2009 is the first time all of my sisters and I have been in the same place for 2 years.

3. I stress and worry and procrastinate far too much.

4. Two of my friends and I won £14 on a quiz machine playing deal or no deal last night.

5. I am hoping to upgrade my phone to a blackberry to feed my addiction to e-mails and blogging just a little bit more. M of course is thrilled!

6. There are 7 other posts on this blog about my random facts and they can be found here, here, here, here, here, here, and here.

I tag: anyone up for this? Let me know in the comments box...

Lessons Learnt

How big a difference do you think there is between someone saying that they love a person and someone being in love with that person? Is the speaker trying to reassure the listener (that person's partner) that they think the partner is great, i.e. 'what a great choice you made' or is it more of a veiled warning to the listener? Is the problem with the listener rather than the speaker.

Tonight started well. It went swiftly downhill.

Things I learnt:-

* Don't bother turning up to drinks at 9pm when everyone else will be wasted and you are entirely sober. It will be hideous.
* No matter how much you trust your own partner every once in a while some one else's behaviour will make you extremely cross.
* Any drunk female on her own who needs to get home will automatically live just near enough to you that you feel obliged to take her home but just far enough away from your house that it will be a £35 taxi fare. They will invariably have no money and be the one who made you very cross at point 2 above but you will have to bite your tongue and make polite small talk all the way home because your partner's caring-ness is something you love about them. Usually they will conveniently forget where they live and therefore engage your partner in conversation trying to remember their address whilst you suppress the urge to kick them out at the next set of traffic lights.
* If you are really lucky they will have had some kind of fxxked up argument with a colleague earlier and be so drunk that they stare at you before telling you they love your partner and that they are 10 times cool.
* If you are really lucky they will entice your partner into the loo to hold their hair whilst they vomit.
* If you are a rational person you will feel sorry for this person.
* I am not a rational person. I did not feel sorry for her. I felt exceedingly annoyed at her.
* This will result in an argument whereon you are blogging and your partner has gone to bed.
* This will annoy you more. You will resolve never to go to a drinks party where she or her fxxked up colleague is present ever again.
* It is hard to be the bigger person.

Matt, Liz & Madeline

Imagine getting married to your childhood sweetheart. Imagine her becoming pregnant and finally, after 5 weeks of bed rest, giving birth to a beautiful if slightly premature baby. Not so hard to imagine is it? Imagine setting up a blog to record the imminent arrival of the baby and the birth. Again, not so hard. Imagine your wife having to wait 24 hours to see her baby but when she got up to be taken to see her, she felt light headed and passed out and then died. In 27 hours experiencing the birth of your child and the death of your wife?

I came across Matt's blog yesterday: Matt Liz & Madeline. Unbelievably this is what happened to their family and the blog has turned from record of a birth to record of a life coping as a new father and widower. It is desperately sad but also beautiful reading and viewing (Matt takes lots of photos). Madeline is a sweet little girl and the kindness of strangers touches the heart and shows that even in the depths of tragedy kindness and hopefulness can be found .

Christmas Decorations

Better late than never...

All images by me