Erm, well, skiing was cool, I had a couple of "near sit-downs" and one "Oops I seem to be facing up the slope, on my front and have neither ski attached to my feet." Ah well. Anyone else want to come next year? Apres-ski might then turn into more than "Gosh I'm tired, plate of cheese then bed for me!".
Snow was perfect, and even the flight back was only an hour late. Today will mostly be catching up with things.
I too had some strange dreams - some were directed, and others were a bit odd - like the one about the giant moth.
Bleurgh. Now, why did I get up this morning again?