Jindabyne

So here I am in the chilly Snowy Mountains. What a thriving hive of masculinity. Some cynics might suggest that I would enjoy that, but in fact quite the opposite is true: it makes me quite uncomfortable.

It's been a strange holiday. I've had a shocking dose of the 'flu, and haven't actually done anything except stay in the lodge and feel sorry for myself. Not much of a holiday, but actually it's been better than staying at home and feeling sorry for myself.

Every now and then I think "well, I don't feel *too* terrible just at the moment, perhaps I should have gone skiing with the gang today". Then I stand up from the lounge, and think "Oh. No, I really couldn't have gone skiing today."

We've had beautiful weather though - sunny and icy cold. Just the sort of weather I usually love. And I do love it still, but I prefer to look on it through the window.

Off to the snow

Off to Jindabyne for the week! With consummate timing, I've come down with a vile case of the 'flu, just in time to go to the snow. I don't know how much skiing I'll get done, but at least I should be better by the time I get back.