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Belle de Neige

Friday, 18 December 2009

Do you know who I am?

Skiing hours: 3 - virgin powder baby!
Hot ski instructors spotted: 1
Hot holiday hunks: 1 (called Angus.... but still)
Tune for the day: Madonna: Like a Virgin

First week of the season is full of ups and downs. One second you feel elated; you're in the surreal alternate universe that bears no resemblance to your life last week, full of fantastic new faces. The next you feel a bit lost and homesick. A bit wrong-footed, because your time is now 85% someone elses and it's a claustrophobic life. Madamoiselle BdN is battling with a slight sense of 'do you know who I am?'

I work for a luxury company who operate under the heading of offering that 'little bit extra'. It's all about folding blankets just so, putting towels in special shapes and arranging toiletries in an anal little dish. So... have been amusing myself, while digging snow and sweeping the decking outside by coming up with wildly inappropriate 'little touches' to add as a welcome to guests. Like building a cute little snow man outside the front door, complete with a hat, carrot nose and little welcome sign, but also holding his giant cock in his hand and smiling. It'd be great for the kids we've got staying next week!

A demain

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