That I don't know. It's just the same things

Same bridge. More light.

Miniman made me very proud this morning. His ski lesson had him up the rope pull lift and snow ploughing to the bottom with ease! Something I might add that took me far more than a few 45 minute sessions. Though, to be fair, I learned to ski at 21 wearing a pair of ill fitting boots in driving snow and wind with a French speaking instructor called Pascal (I named him Rowntrees) who took the Mickey out of me for 5 days. I had the best time I can remember, I laughed at myself, shouted obscenities at Rowntrees and generally ached until I felt my body would break! I went back every day though, I loved it more each day and by the end of the week had decided that summer holidays were boring and all my spare cash would be thrown at the mountains. And that's what I did...for years....until Miniman. I hope he loves it as much as me.