They really have flipped now..... (Saturday 17 July 2010)

Alfie and I are really worried now and wonder if all that rose wine has gone to their heads and the booze is still talking..... We heard them talk last night about going paragliding, throwing themselves off a cliff 2500 metres up in the sky, but we thought it was the wine talking as usual. But as we were hustled out earlier than usual this morning for an early morning vet call (to check us over and get our passies stamped so we could get back into Blighty) we knew something was up. Daddy Ant and Alfie’s daddies’ looked a bit pale, Uncle John W stayed in bed . Aunty Allsorts was left in charge of us as the three mad ones went up in a ski lift. We tried many times to escape from her for a bit of fun but she was a bit stern and didn’t let us. We waited in a field with her as all these mad people with wing things flew down to earth. I couldn’t believe that they would be so stupid as to try something like that but the people landing looked quite happy as they all seemed to be landing ok. Finally the three of them appeared in the distance in the sky twisting and turning and flying what looked to me very close to the ski lift wires and the tree tops. But twenty scary minutes later they all (rather gracefully we thought) came back to earth and landed safely.  They looked really happy – whether that was just ‘cos they’d landed or it was an exhilarating experience, I’m not sure..... Actually I had thought they were mad, but I might like to try it myself one day.....

Me being patient - unusual I know!

All happy after a safe landing...

And of course the “après jump” was fun too – even though it was only 11am in the morning they felt they had to celebrate their survival with a glass of champagne and a pain au chocolat – (apart from Alfie’s Colin daddy who was feeling a little travel sick....) - any excuse as usual! We then went on to eat yet again with a good lunch before Alfie and I went back to the chalet for a rest. Of course there are shops in Chamonix so Daddy Ant and Aunty Allsorts had to stay and take a look....... I was very surprised when Alfie's daddy Colin and Uncle John W went off to play tennis – glad his leg is getting better.


After such an exciting day, Alfie and I had another cosy night in on the sofa whilst the grown up’s went out to eat a typical Savoy meal in a lovely restaurant near the river. They also stopped for a nightcap on the way back – not sure what song they were trying to sing as they returned.......