Week 11- Woo-week
Week Ending 18/2/6

I’ve got a double bed in a room all to myself, woo-hoo! I woke up the day before transfer day with one of the resort maintenance guys bursting into to room to try to find a frozen pipe that was stopping water getting to the kitchen. He decided it wasn’t at that point in the pipe above my bed, then went off. I went back to sleep and woke up an hour later to a drip. Drip. Drip. Drip just behind my head. I bounced out of bed and saw a steady trickle of water dripping down through the wood covering the piping above me.

The pipe had cracked somewhere up near the kitchen and was dripping down and splashing around my bed. I moved everything away from that corner of the room and squeezed it into the other corner. By the afternoon the diagnosis was that the pipe must have cracked while it was being thawed earlier on. French plumbers were called but they wouldn’t get there until the next day, so I was moved into a single room formerly used by Wally and Wendy before the big bedroom swap caused by Iain’s departure.

Anyway, it took a few days for the French plumbers to inhale through their teeth and say ‘big job mate, kitchen sink has to come out.’ Then for the company to get the building owner to come down and inspect it, then get back to the plumbers who couldn’t make it till the next day etc… By which time I’d managed to persuade Jonny of the logic of putting the new KP/Driver (taking over John’s job) into my old bed in the room with the chefs to keep everyone in the same department… and thus I get to stay in my own room. Apparently there’s gonna be bunk beds put in there at some point which is fair enough. At the moment it’s nice to have a room to myself. Especially on Valentines Day…

Woo Week is a seasonairre tradition in which the week running up to Valentines Day, everyone pics someone of the opposite sex’s name out of the hat, and has to try to secretly ‘Woo’ them. The final result being good karma all round, due to everyone secretly telling everyone else how great they are and how much they love them in an uninhibited way.

I was wooing Emma, the customer services girl who’d spent the last couple of weeks in a neck brace where she fell over on the ice. I woo’d her with cards, poetry and chocolate. I kept coming back into my room to find woo stuff in there, including a quite superb red paper snowboarder!

Anyway Valentines night came round and someone told me there was a cross dressing night on at one of the local bars and I soberly, quite definitely ruled it out. Especially after the carnage of last time. Then x number of vodkas later and in the bar with the cross dressing night, I managed to persuade one of the Nannies who I’d previously noticed has a cracking set of jugs, to swap tops with me.

Things went on from there and after a very boozy night, I ended up getting some valentines lovin’ that didn’t involve red crate paper or poetry. Unfortunately, (well unfortunately for me having just had my first post-breakup shag and wanting to revel in it) we decided to keep it quiet due to some delicate in-house politics that could end up hurting feelings.

On top of all that, it started to snow, and then didn’t stop! Wonderful, heavy, fat flakes rained down for what ended up being close to a week! The wind picked up as well which made snowboarding and skiing hard, but not impossible. Most people just got on with things like catching up on emails (including me if you got one mid-February) while a few people braved the winds and zero visibility to catch the fresh powder.

Two people who got bitten by the cold snap were Pete and Slash, who got caught on a chairlift in the freezing cold for just over an hour and a half without any mobile phone reception. After 10 minutes or so they ate the sandwiches they’d made, then they just chatted away trying not to think about the cold. Apparently after about 50 minutes, they both just stopped talking and concentrated on hugging their knees to try to keep warm. After a short while they both agreed that keeping still and quiet wasn’t the best idea and started talking, singing, trying to dance, just trying to keep warm. Apparently the cold made them start talking ‘complete bullshit and go a bit mad’ which actually helped them stay awake and warm until the lift started moving again.

That night in the bar, we noticed the window outside turn from snow falling in the streetlamps to a high-speed white out, at which point the outer, inner and lounge doors all blew open and the bar got a sprinkling of snow! Roll on the sunshine next week!

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