My ski flu this time is pretty much as standard: Initial loss of voice, crippling fatigue and incessant shivering/sweating, plus tricky flesh wound to the knee and significant elbow, knee and shin bruising at the start of the week. This gradually progressed to bronchitis with continued night sweats throughout the week with peaks and troughs in terms of energy levels, finally plateauing in time for the weekend. A chesty cough remains, which is to be expected in an asthmatic.
Long story short, Biggy Smalls - my travel companion - and I got into the holiday spirit a tad early, making the most of Little Nan's delicious cocktails and cosy living room, made a new friend, were treated to supper being cooked for us by our new friend and made merry did we until the wee small hours of the morning with a magnum of champagne. Let's just say that the next thing I knew, I was being woken at around 4 in the morning to the announcement that the taxi would be outside in 4 minutes.
The fact that we got our taxi and actually made our flight, and indeed with our passports and ski wear, is pretty impressive. So I may have gone on a week long holiday in St Anton without my wallet, BUT at least Monarch let me on the plane. Frankly, I've seen people being refused boarding on Holiday Airport looking in better shape.