I couldn't understand way, and ended up having a panic attack as i tried to find my way to the snowdome. I got out and looked at the car, but couldn't see what was wrong at all. I guessed that a light had gone, but the one that had gone was white and it's counterpart was red.
By the time i got home i was in a real state (if a light had gone i couldn't really drive into work), Mum doesn't know anything abotu cars despite several decades of driving, so she phoned her friend. A friend i have known for a long time, someone that she is either always round her house or is not speaking to. A very weird friendship.
But i managed to enjoy the skiing anyway. I got size 1 boots, and they were very tight around my fat ankles. I thought i would brave it out but after 15 mins i couldn't fell my feet. And i figure that when you stop getting feeling, that's a sign to get them off! So i got size twos, which were a much better fit.
I had already done some skiing on dry slopes, so i can do a little (snowplough), but i thought it would be good to have a lesson especially for snow. It was different. It was easier! Colder too, but i didn't mind that. I had a blast. I felt quite unsteady when touching my head, shoulders and knees and then trying to do a little bunny hop. but snowploughing was easy stuff.
I'm even thinking of going back for a private lesson so that i can go recreationally. And then a skiing holiday...
clearly what follows after that is bankruptcy!
I am tempted to do their "learnt to ski in a day" course. It sounds like a blast. It's 109 pounds, which is quite a bit. so at this rate i might end up doing them all seperately. Which isn't a bad thing.
Cool. Even more so if you know that i still have my own Bedtime bear!
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