Nice bankers

Ah we've got the best group in this week : all positively flowing with excitable energy, surging with great desires to have the best times ever. Absorbed in enthusiastic chatter at every possible opportunity with them, I kept forgetting that they were high end rich bankers and not in fact good old mates from school. Scooping them up in the wagon from town I went searching in the well and truly banging après-ski joint Chambre Neuf, to ecstatically find them jumping up + down on tables with faces painted with luminous stripes, glugging on their 13th Jaeger Bomb of the afternoon whilst sliding ski boots on their high platforms + spectacularly denting the already hammered surfaces alongside every other adrenaline induced snow monkey. What a great + marvellous contrast to previous guests- from preciously over protected pinnickities, to boring + demanding snobs, to nice but dim [+ let's face it] totally boring hoards- yes it was a relief to finally have a boozy fun loving clan in. They even gave me the night off driving duties, blared "go have a great night Anna + come join us in the pub later"- which we sure did. Right after a cozy dozy night with Emma + Robbie; eating cous-cous + taking photos of Emma's sexy jumpsuit + their pet, Pam [the cuddly husky].