this is my life

Wednesday, day off. Bit of a lie in. Get up, faff for a bit, walk to office. Skype Dad for an hour, sitting on balcony in sunshine, discuss merits of returning to UK versus living the seasonnaire life and come to mutual conclusion that seasonnaire life is where it's at. Feel chuffed at having the official seal of approval. Wander home to get kitted up. Meet Em and go to patisserie. Head up the Pleney bubble and ride for a few hours. Ride well. Slushy moguls on the way down from the chamossiere chair equal a MASSIVE smile. Keep smiling at great spring riding in hot sunshine until it's picnic time, then keep smiling because you're with good people, on a sunny day, in the mountains enjoying food, booze and good company. Ride down at 6:30PM, just the two of you on the piste, your own private mountain and it's beautiful. More beautiful than you thought possible. The lights of Morzine twinkling below, beckoning you for a night of fun. Tremplin, dancing, drinking, in the pit with the rest of the lunatics. Afterwards you go to White Monkey, more beer, free pizza, interesting conversation with your tiger friend. Then you finish the night off with a good, cheap meal and a refreshing walk home in good company. The best recollection of the day is being there on an empty piste, a GREAT day behind you, a GREAT night ahead, riding really well, looking down on your beautiful town and thinking there is no place in the entire world you'd rather be. This is my day off. This is my life.