Boarding Babe.

Spook headed off to 'work' and I took the opportunity to cheat a little. I figured one afternoon on the slopes was not going to be enough to turn me into a babe, so I resorted to artificial means. I got out the tin foil and the hair dye and with only two hands instead of the required 8, I managed to get my head dotted with scrunched up foil, bits of hair within smeared in amonia and a few other things smeared beside. I had just sat down to enjoy a long chat (well, 35 minutes or my hair would fall out in chunks) with my dearest pal, when Spook turned up. He smelt me before he saw me. If he had lit a match I would probably have gone up in a fireball. I had to get off the phone and into the shower before it was too late.......(to save my marriage?)

I saved the hair, but the finished result was yellow bits of hair, none of it anywhere near the roots, and funny lines accross my head where the tinfoil had been. Spook said it had a bit of a Monk-like effect.

So I covered it in a hat and took Meg's snowboard up the hill to get the tan. I had a few shots on the beginners run to get my boarding legs, but decided she had the board set with the wrong foot forward for my style. That was presumably why I was not gliding in an impressive manner. I went to look for some help but only managed to get a tool to change it myself. Of course, I have never paid any attention to what Spook does when he adjusts it and by the time I had finished, I had neither foot going forward. This caused my old body confusion when I got up to the top of the chair and I had no idea which way to attempt my turns. I did get a lovely view and there was no-one to bump into on my way down.

As for the tan, I had two matching pink spots on iether cheek, but I think that was temper.