Sometimes, You Have to Wonder….

This weekend, I was in Dolni Morava. There is a ski resort of sorts there…. I wasn’t skiing so for a couple of hours or so, I was left to wander around. It was pretty chilly and so I ended up in the restaurant which was packed. I ordered my self a hot chocolate in Czech after waiting my turn. The man, a tall and thin guy, looked at me as if I were and alien. I repeated myself. “Deutsche,” he said. A bit puzzled, I repeated my request in Czech. After all, its not a difficult sentence – “Horka chocolada prosim”. The man looked quite angry – “Deutsche” he said again. “English?” I asked. He repeated, almost spat “Deutsche”. The waitress beside of him looked quite shocked at this

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My Haunted Life 3 – Weekend Giveaway

Well, looks like I am going skiing again this weekend after catching Smokie in concert tonight. So, I thought I would do another giveaway over the weekend while I am gone. Grab your free copy of My Haunted Life 3 on Kindle Saturday or Sunday while you can because I am out of free days now…. while doing that, check out the other two books in the series as well – My Haunted Life and the #1 best seller My Haunted Life Too. likeheartlaughterwowsadangry0

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The Anatomy of a Weekend

The trip had been booked a month prior to coincide with a 1-day school holiday to allow a 3-day weekend. The resort had been chosen for its range of activities and the fact that it was just an hour south of Vienna. All was set for a ski weekend in Austria. On the Thursday afternoon, I began to feel some stomach cramps. They were mild and I put it down to a change in antibiotic that I was taking. I did send an email to Gabriela sort of joking that it would be just my luck to get sick…… As we crossed the border into Austria, my stomach cramps were so strong that I was in agony at the height of each. I was yawing and tired and shivery like

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Ski Weekends

We went skiing this last weekend. That sounds like a lot of fun doesn’t it? It sort of conjures an image of daring and sportiness, Apres ski, and so on. When I say we, I really mean my partner and daughter went skiing. Off they went and down they came the ski slope again and again and again. Me, I either watched them shivering in the freezing cold breeze, or you would have found me skiing several times down the last 50 meters or so of the slope, cursing like a trooper, moving like a skewered Giraffe on drugs and sweating like a … well, pig actually. You see, Skiing terrifies me. It sounds good. I’m going skiing! The reality is that anything more than 15 degrees sloped downwards and

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Learning to Ski After Age 50

Learning to ski later in life is an experience. Just getting the ski boots on is an almighty struggle and by the time those boots are on, I am exhausted. Then off you tromp as best you can with immoveable ankles and carting what seems to be two tons of skis over the shoulder. All around others from the age of three all the way to pension age move with effortless ease while you feel like an elephant on ice. Next, you carefully put on the skis. A balancing act in of itself as the damn things slip and slide making you look like something out of a cartoon whose legs are whirling frantically but there is no forward progress. Now, with huge attachments to your legs making it nigh

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