My eldest is back from a vacation with cher papa (yay!)where she was supposed to be skiing... but the gods of i-told-you-so nipped her in the bottom and she spent the week in bed with bronchitis. We have had the fashion victim awareness talk and despite fingers in the ears and the icanthearyouicanthearyou, i think it's message recieved. thankfully after a week of cooped up and boring, we've all just returned from the best 20 minutes of winter fun to be had here i the goulag. rosy cheeks, sniffles and hot chocolate.