Tired and Foolish

The daughter (bless her) is back from skiing in Canada. More elks than last year in Banff she says, and her boyfriend wore, for the first time a GSPS satellite navigational aid (as all good skiers now do) so that his progress and speed could be monitored from afar (60mph on the fast bits I think she said - but he is a very good skier).

Meanwhile the elder brother, the sister (bless her) and cousin Tim are skiing in Italy. Somehow I doubt that they are using the latest technological aids. I haven't skied with the elder brother since our childhood, but I would be surprised if he didn't still use yard-long laces to tie his ski boots, and I would expect his ski poles to be made of wood.

Back in Southern England I was feeling tired and grumpy in the office and thought it would be a good idea to wash some of the salt, grit and general snow-spray off the car. I therefore sloped off at around 3.00pm to visit the local car wash machine. Stupid mistake. A seemingly endless queue of cars which hadn't been pelting up and down the autoroutes of France all weekend was in place. Rather similar to "Operation Stack" which we experienced at the Channel Tunnel on Saturday (three hour delays due to an earlier security alert), the car drivers were hunched in their seats with baseball caps drawn down to their noses. Nothing better to do on a Monday afternoon so go and join the queue for the car wash. I declined the invitation and returned to work.

Work however was also full of little frustrations. I have now completed all the formalities for corporate registration as a seller on ebay but, needless to say, I've forgotten not only the clever password I gave myself, but also the clever user name. Oh, sod it!