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- The season begins
- Jan 2010
- Feb 2010
- March 2010
- April 2010
- May 2010
- Ski Pictures 2010
- June 2010
- July 2010
- August 2010
- September 2010
- October 2010
- Late October
- November
- December 2010
- January 2011
- February
- The European Youth Olympic Festival
- March 2011
- The season ends
- May and June 2011
- End of June
- July
- August in Yorkshire
- September 2011
- 28 October 2011
- November/December 2011
- Season 2012
- February 2012
- March and April
- June
- 'Summer' 2012
These were the two weeks that...
Honi and Issy, went to Czech, Tim followed at a two day distance; Honi's ski came apart (like I said it would, as it was last season's because we were sent the wrong size); Issy went to a Czech hospital in a blood wagon (but was okay); Sam came back from Austria to find the flat housing four Richmond girls training for the British Schoolgirls (six when Honi and Issy returned), and I got a mystery illness.
'Don't do anything too strenuous doesn't mean you can't do housework, Mum' Sam told me knowledgeably, when I asked if he might help me unload the dishwasher, which was on three times a day. 'It just means you shouldn't go for a run or anything'. Oh and his ski split too.
Some things got better, much better. The school did well in the races, Honi topped a podium and Sam was selected for the European Youth Olympic Festival. But I got worse, which I found extraordinary as I haven't visited a doctor since I was pregnant with Honi. The current diagnosis is altitude sickness which will be a mite inconvenient if it becomes a regular occurence, and I was anemic amoung other things. I think I might have devoped an allergy to travelling.
Home alone
I got back, to find the heating off (does this sound familar?) so I curled up in Honi's bed as her room is the smallest, with four hot hot water bottles in it and three cats on top. Her mattress used to be on a fold up bed and I could feel the strats. The next day, I went to the doc, picked up the dogs and bought lots of iron rich foods, and a new mattress. The lovely electrician came and told me that no-one had bled the radiators after we ran out of oil at Christmas.
And the day after that I went to Harrogate to do an interview on Chinese New Year (I tried the 'not wel'l card but they were persuasive), and I was on the mend; collected up the ponies and re-instated them in their new stables, and stocked up on animal food and bedding.
The worst thing about going away is that ever time I come home I see the tip that we live in through new eyes. This week I've bought a chest of drawers that actually shuts for Honi's room, a king sized wheelbarrow to reduce my mucking out time, a step ladder (because last time I tackled the trophy shelf while at home alone I nearly did myself serious damage, and I have three to take back to Bormio) and new hoover because the dog hair finally did for the old one. Oh and I bought a radio because I could NOT work the IPOD/computer/ speakers set up the the rest of the family use, and a ton of firelighters because I am a lousy firemaker. At this rate I could probably argue that ski-ing SAVES us a ton of money.
I've been to the dump and done a big drop to Help the Aged. Tomorrow I am going to tackle the airing cupboard.... I must be better? Or just mentally ill now as this is not my normal pattern of behaviour! Oh and the folder that Christian left behind and I posted last time I was back, eventually came back to rest, as I had put the wrong postcode on it. I got it off the .internet, honst.
Now I'm making house-sitting arrangements. The EYOF is next week and I am going to Czech.