Wry Vita

To the Brave and Faithful, Nothing is Impossible

I'll start with a confession. 

What I know about the Rugby Union Heineken Cup, the final of which takes place tomorrow between Munster (Ireland) and Biarritz (France) at the Millennium Stadium in Cardiff, could be written on the back of a match ticket with enough room left over to write my Amazon Wish List.

The event would probably have floated right over my head were it not for Jake telling me the other day that "Friday is 'Red Day' and we all have to go to school wearing red clothes." 

Normally he gives me this sort of Important Information with ten minutes warning so getting three days notice was exhilarating and meant he got to go to school not just in red t-shirt and hoodie but clean red t-shirt and hoodie.

But amazing as that is, I want to talk about something of even more universal interest than the trials of being Jake's mother.

Only When I Laugh

Well, I'm back from my skiing trip - safe and almost sound.  No broken bones but lots of sore muscles, bruised ribs and a sore head - not from the gluwein but from an impromptu backward flip on the ice skating rink.

Despite a few aches and pains, what this holiday served up in abundance, apart from snow, was laughter.

Let There Be Snow

I was going to blog tonight about the 10% of the workforce who changed jobs last year in Ireland (though I imagine that percentage translates to the UK as well) and their reasons for doing so.  It's so not about the money.

But instead I've been loitering with intent on the world wide web, looking up the snow reports for Walchsee ("perfect powder snow" - but they would say that, wouldn't they?), checking out the latest ski goggles and wondering if there is any hotel apartment more perfectly situated than one above an Austrian Konditorei...