ski

I wonder what time it is?

I wonder what time it is in Switzerland?

They had a late night last night with that movie night the headmistress Tweeted a photo of.

It’s so cute they were all on the floor with their duvets and pillows.

Didn’t look very comfortable, mind.

My feet would have been cold.

I wonder how cold it is there now?

I bet it’s cold.

I should Google it.

Ooh, while I’m here I should Google how many avalanches there are each year there.

I probably shouldn’t have Googled that.

I wonder if the head-teacher has Tweeted yet today?

Ooh, she has Tweeted.

She’s Tweeted a photo! Score!

I can’t see Flea in this photo. Why can’t I see Flea in this photo? She’s probably in hospital, or something.

She could easily have fallen over and broken a leg. People do that all the time skiing.

Head injuries. Don’t think about head injuries. Don’t think about.. oh, bollocks.

Now I can’t stop thinking about head injuries.

Thinking happy thoughts. Thinking happy thoughts.

Hot chocolate. Snowball fights. Sledges. Rolling down hills.

Happy, happy, happy.

I hope someone gave her a hug if she fell over.

She’s so tiny when I hug her.

Sniff.

I miss hugging her.

I really miss hugging her.

I should check my phone again.

No text messages. Phew.

Although I bet there’s no mobile signal on the mountain.

If there was an accident they’d not be able to text until they got to a hospital.

I really should try and slow my breathing down.

Happy thoughts.

Happy, happy.

Hot chocolate and marshmallows.

Look, they’re all having a marvellous, happy time in this photo.

And I think that’s Flea.

This photo is very small.

Maybe if I enlarge it in Preview I’ll be able to see if she looks happy.

She doesn’t look happy.

I mean, mostly she looks like a pixelated mutant, but I can’t see her smiling.

That almost definitely means it’s possible she’s been crying.

Oh, God, what if she has been crying?

I can’t remember if she took her teddy with her.

Don’t be stupid, she’s having a great time, with her friends.

Where are her friends?

Oh, there they are. They look REALLY happy.

Why isn’t Flea standing with them? There are like FIVE people in between her and her best friend.

What if they’ve fallen out? Are the other kids leaving her out of things?

I bet that’s why she was crying.

Stupid friends.

I hate them.

Is it Saturday yet?

Remind me why I thought this was a good idea, again?

 

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Sally is a full-time blogger and founder of the Tots100, Trips100, Foodies100 and HIBS100 communities, along with the MAD Blog Awards. She spends a bit too much time on the Internet. She's also a very happy Mum to Flea, the world's coolest ten year old.