bonne annee

Happy New Year init!  Goodness gracious jings crivens I hope you all had a lovely festive bit back there.  As you might have guessed I've been back in France for a bit now and am also back playing surly barmaid (my favourite role) for the ski season, hence the ridiculously late wishing of happy new merry seasons greetings.

For anyone interested in my rubbish life, my december re-entry into France was just as much of a joke as my exit two weeks earlier.  In fact I struggle to think of a time in recent history when my comings and goings haven't been riddled with calamity.  This time I put the blame firmly on the scammy little effers that go by the name of easyjet.  After luckily dodging another cancelled flight due to snow I arrived with my two suitcases, one full of gold and the other full of teatowels in spectacularly good spirits.  Mostly thanks to the morning after glow of a fake christmas dinner my darling mother should be bloody proud of and a little bit thanks to being a tad high on a breakfast of home made Tablet.

Pridictably though, my happy little world came crashing down pretty much as soon as I entered the airport. When checking in I was cheerfully told that even though I had paid for an extra suitcase for my flight, this counted not a jot for my weight allowance which was still 20kg for the lot and not 20kg for each suitcase as I had assumed.  And my reward for purchasing a bag of air but naughtily filling it with gold and/or tea towels? A £200 fine.  Naturally, the good natured Glaswegian that I am, I hit the roof and beat everyone I could get my hands on to within an inch of their lives.  Until they offered me a reduced fine of £140 instead, to which I put my belt back on and told them "hold that thought" and phoned my mother.

Luckily, mother came through and sent my sister's boyfriend to the rescue and in a taxi to collect my other suitcase (which I spent an hour packing the night before to make sure it was exactly 20kg, raar).  He's a proper hero init.  So if you ever come across a lad named Scott Coupar, buy him a pint from me and give him a cuddle.  And if you ever come across a company called the jet of easy, kick them in the nads and run as fast as you can.

Anyhoo enough ranting for one day, the real point of this post is to offer a promise that I shall be trying my hardest not to completely fall off the radar for four months again this year.  It might be a little bit odd round these parts while I struggle with toursists and exhaustion and a hearty waffle addiction but to make up for it I'll be throwing a giveaway at least once every month of the ski season.  First one probably starts tomorrow.  Or the next day.  I'll keep ye posted init.

Merry eleventh of January, wooo!