Will he make The Cut?

Questions, questions. So we were surprised when Fleur found a beautifully formed question mark in the residue of her chocolate milk at the chalet this morning, which seemed to articulate what we were both thinking - will he make The Cut?.

I had my second "Ski clinic", which was much less painful than last week's. I brought Fleur with me because on balance it was more perverse to leave her behind on a rainy day in Van than to risk serious disruption of the class. Fleur joined our class and was by far the best skier and became part mascot for us remedial adults, and part co-instructor!

After the lesson, Fleur and I remained and skied for another four and half hours, skiing the fearsome Cut twice. The Cut is the very steep and very long slope - 1km long - so there's no going back.

My legs are a little stiff now though, as I write this after a hot bath a tumbler of malt. Slainte. <groan>