Morzine was as lovely as ever. Avoriaz, being higher, was better still.. and of course the company was second to none. Only a blistered ankle, sprained wrist and bruised arm to show for it. Oh, and a stiff neck. The painful lower back was a gift of the footy game three days before leaving.
I’m a wreck, but I’m a relaxed, happy wreck. Especially because of the welcome I’ve had since getting back yesterday :->
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I go now to my last shower with mere analogue radio…
It’s weird not playing footy for the second Tuesday in a row. Instead I’ve been mucking about with the site and the picker script.
By popular request, it now picks based on the last 5 games of each player rather than their all-time average. Amongst other things, this probably means that it will be possible to balance the ages of the two sides more evenly, given there’ll usually be several possible choices of teams with the exact same averages.
The game and player pages have been rewritten and I think they look much better - certainly the game page packs in much more information.
Jamie’s School Dinners made me laugh. We didn’t see it when it was first on, but we’re watching the re-run episodes back to back. Just like the West Wing, only wiv a mockney.
Anyway, at the first school where he took all the junk off the menu, the numbers of kids using the canteen fell because they couldn’t have their chips and pizzas. Fair enough: the thinking was that if healthy food was the only option, hungry kids would eat it eventually. But the ones who were old enough to be allowed off site at dinner time went off to the local chippy instead. That was no surprise but what made me chortle was the black market economy that emerged: the big kids were making a tidy profit by charging the littlies for fetching them their junk food and handing it to them through the railings :->
Well, it was a lovely night last night. Just a quiet-ish night in with M and J, who have kids to consider these days. The mark of a good friendship is that you never run out of conversation, and that was certainly true. I feel a bit guilty because we kept them up pretty late, and they were starting to think that one of the little uns could wake them up before they even get to bed, if you see what I mean.
Great food, too. Two of us got Italian cookbooks for Chrimbo and so we ate loads. It’s traditional in Italy that lentils signify money, so you eat them on New Year’s Eve to ensure opulence in the New Year. I dunno about that, but it certainly ensured flatulence. Good grief: I went downstairs to let Desdog out at 6:30 this morning, and when I came back upstairs you could have cut the atmosphere with a knife! Sheesh.
