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3 October. I am grateful for mad mad moments. Moments that make you feel so unbelievably alive. And as mad as mom daughters. I even think I could have convinced Jem to bungy with me. Next time Jem. Next time.

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2 October. I am grateful for once in a lifetime adventures. As if it wasn’t adventurous enough to do a helicopter landing high in the mountains on the very top of a glacier thick with fresh fresh snow, the wind then picked up and we had to get back to our helicopter to beat a hasty retreat off the glacier. It is hard to be hasty when you’re thigh deep in snow. Much laughter and a little panic from mom. Just a little. Jeepers.

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1 October. I am grateful I haven’t forgotten how to be ten. I love love love snow tubing. And I love the fact that they all knew to leave the fast lane for me. Not even B’s comments about Cleese clambering in the snow with my tube could stop me. I was a demon.

 

 

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30 September. I am grateful we hung in for the most amazing burger in the entire world. And I do love a burger. I do. Even though I hate queuing for food, I’d queue for one of these any day.

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29 September. A lit fire to welcome you home. A made bed. And not by me. Bliss. I am  grateful to be so looked after. And spoilt. I’m never leaving.