Another birthday been and gone but not forgotten. I had the best day ever even though it started a little bit too early after the (late)night before for my liking. With four friends (one beloved old mate and three new ones)to get kitted up with rented skis etc. as well as Toby we made an effort to get up to Glencoe reasonably early which it turned out was a very good plan. Not as busy as last weekend but still plenty of demand on the ski hire. There was 9 of us with 9 different levels of skiing from an almost novice to the frankly barking mad. Groups of Claonairigh skiers came together for a time then re-formed all day with everybody happy and glowing by the end of play. I loved skiing solo with Freya for a chunk of the afternoon even though she witnessed an ignominious wipe-out by a ski-boarder. We made a night in with movie, popcorn and pizza sound as attractive as we could to the children and then I was wined and dined at The George and Argyll by five lovely men and I did not have to share them at all, even the waitress didn't get a look in. It was an experience in more ways than one as one guy is an actor on a soap opera and so I got a peek at how life is for the famous on a night out...unending patience and tolerance for a range of behaviour from the polite enquiry through to the downright intrusive and rude. Didn't spoil the night though. Chauffeured home by Peter and then another short night......
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