Attention everyone - this Your Tiger speaking.
We're off the slopes now, so when will this sickening sense of sliding out of control towards the bottom leave me?
The decision to go downhill skiing the same week our builder and architect and removalist and bank all lined up together has caused a powdery, atomised, invisible ink kind of diary these last couple of weeks.
It is the season that WAS already and it ain't even August yet.
Drafts anyone? Bring on the picking season.
