Good Grief
So preparing for the Banff Extravaganza is in full swing. Getting insurance for the trip is a bit of a cow because I’m on a waiting list for an operation. Gits. Insurance is easy to get until you might actually need it. I’m quite happy to have an endorsement on the policy that says my palate isn’t covered - hardly likely to injure that whilst plank-balancing - but no. Several of the main insurers just flatly refuse to have anything to do with people who either have had an appointment with a consultant in the last 12 months or are on the waiting list for one. Calling a specialist pre-screening line tomorrow so hopefully then I can get sorted out.
Oh, my! The advice from the Foreign Office is mostly bland (no meat products, eh?) but this bit only adds to the pants-filling dread we all share about just how cold it can get in Banff:
“If the weather is extremely cold, avoid strenuous activity, cover your mouth to protect your lungs from the cold air and be alert for signs of frostbite”
The thing is, I’d count snowboarding as strenuous activity, wouldn’t you? I mean, my stylings look effortless, but…