His entire school is at the slopes behind my house. Even infant department, where he is.
Ok, he is pretty good at downhill skiing, as are they all, living with the slopes and the lifts on our doorstep.
But, it happens ever so often that a jacket get caught, and the child is trailed hanging from the seat up the mountain, rather than getting off.
I am worried.
DH will join them as soon as he has finnished a meeting in town.
I can see them all from my kitchen window. I just want to sit there with coffee and binoculars.
But I cant, I have to clean the house, pack as we are going away tomorrow, bake buns and bake bread as we have ran out, and a banana loaf, as my aunt and her family are coming to visit this afternoon. I have decided on homemade pizza for tea.