By the time you read this, I will be gone.
(Well, probably not. We’re never on time.)
The weekend is beginning….now. I’m on my way here:
to a place where people from all around the world gather to ski.
I don’t ski.
I do, however, enjoy drinking in a rooftop hot tub, whilst the snow flutters about my head, surrounded by some classy broads.
I didn’t plan well; I didn’t line up any guest bloggers. But I’ll try to have a few posts in the hopper, to be released at semi-regular intervals in my absence.
I will have a drink for each and every one of you.
I wish I was kidding.