Work moved me to Méribel four days ago, but there's no work for me here. I watched dvds on the huge plasma tv while a fifteen month old slept soundly below and I listened to the silence on the baby monitor. Thats all the child minding i've done! I feel like I'm the fifteen year old babysitter again. It's not good because I don't see anyone around here. The rest of the people actually have to work!!! It's starting to get a bit boring, although one of the guys has a guitar that I've been mucking around on... badly.
I went skiing with Tomy yesterday, a French commy chef with a day off, although i use the term 'skiing' loosely. I was on my ass more than my feet. The frustration of being a beginner at both skiing and french was killing me. But by the end of the day, I managed to turn my skiis a couple of times without ending up on my bum and began to talk of home, family and the wonders of Sydney in broken (but apparently comprehensible) French.
