Bon
Lundi, chers Alpiniards
Well,
I hope you're enjoying yourselves up there. Back in Blighty we cower
by the fire, trying to avoid a wicked north-easterly wind while
resisting the temptation to toss the working day off and disappear
into a bottle of Scotch. Awful place. "April is the cruellest
month," opined Thomas Stearns Eliot in the opening to his
monumental poem The Wasteland. Fine word-shuffler he may have been,
but possessed of valid opinions on the relative ghastliness of
seasons he most certainly was not. Probably pissed on Scotch when he
wrote it...
Still,
amid all this misery there is work to be done. Therefore we issue
hereby a reminder: around the last week of this parlous month the
good ship (by this I mean van - poetic licence) will embark on a
voyage from the UK to the Alps. It will linger there for a little
while before trundling back to the gloom and despair of Her Britannic
Majesty's realm.
I
invite those of you unfamiliar with our fine service, we offer a door-door transport service
for loads of varying shapes and sizes, as well as a handy warehouse
to which suppliers can send your sofas, sanitary ware, paint,
furniture various, hot tub lids, skidoo lifts (yes, really) and other
marvellous paraphernalia.
Anyhow
mes amis, I must return to stoking the fire and studiously avoiding
the whisky bottle. Bon ski, tous!
Regards
Ryan
Thomas
PWF
