Baby, it’s cold outside…


Minus thirty five, actually. Obviously, I am not at home (it was plus thirty five there when we left); we are in Canada.

I really do want to write about it all but one fingered typing on an iPad is driving me demented.

A quick summary for now:

Twenty three hours of flying time should really be accomplished only in business or first class and with more than fifty minutes between connecting flights.

It is cold. Frostbite cold.

I am meeting all my new in-laws for the first time. I am extremely nervous.

I get to see my eldest for the first time in six months!

I am eating and drinking all of the things after a two month pre holiday preparation fast.

I get to go skiing again (haven’t been for eight years) on piste that doesn’t end in mud and grass.

People are so polite here. Noticeably, stereotypically polite.

Did I mention it was cold? 

About quirkycharm

I like to think that I have a certain quirky charm but I am probably being optimistic. Acquired taste, perhaps, which many don't acquire. This is about my fifth blog out there. My hosting companies kept going out of business or my IT exhusband kept hacking into them and I would move again. I don't do twitter, I barely do facebook, I don't try and 'monetize' my blog. I love my husband, my grown children and my job and this particular incarnation of oversharing my life comes at a time when I am the most content that I have ever been. I write always, sporadically during the good stuff and exhaustingly during the bad.
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