Chalet of the Week... Controversial!

SO….! Big news, mine and A’s chalet has once again received the ‘Chalet of the Week’ award. This means we can be happy in the knowledge that we are fucking ace hosts, it also means we get to take a morning off. For some people though, having a morning off is a privilege they can decide to take on a whim as I discovered this week when A abandoned me during breakfast. She got away with it though because she has really been on top of the budget recently. It was a tough trek at the start of the season but she got under budget eventually. (You owe me a morning!!)

For those of you that thought I was dead, the rumours are not true, I am alive and kicking, A is correct though…I am living the rock and roll dream. The season however, is slowly reaching a ripe old age and preparing for retirement which is very sad indeed. As A mentioned, it is also causing some dilemmas to present themselves to us. This September the plan was to finally take the Music Management Degree I have deferred for the last 2 years and get on track to becoming the next Michael Eavis. Each and every day the idea of another season becomes more and more attractive.

I’ve been told by several people to sack off uni and do another season, rock and roll. I’ve been told by many others that I should go back to school and better myself, get my career started, expand my horizons etc. I was hoping my mother would just straight out tell me what to do but she told me (very briefly of course) I need to weigh up the pros and cons of both options and decide whether university is a financially viable option. So I’m none the wiser. I’m just going to carry on having it in a big way and hopefully I’ll make a brash decision and stupidly confirm it when I’m drunk and won’t be able to go back on it.

Ask no questions, hear no lies.

The last 4 weeks could not have been more different to each other. We had our lovely gluten free guest, a group of nutters who presented a dick of the day award each evening, the winner of which had to wear an alligator costume for an entire night, the lovely family with the breakdancing kid, the Saga group with a man in his 90s who skiied every single day and the last week a group of Londoners who to my delight have given A no end of grief for her missed shift earlier in the week.

One of my favourite moments of late came from the family. One of the youngsters had their birthday in the Chalet so we made her a cake and put up a load of balloons in the evening. The kids ate a load of cake, drank a load of coke and went absolutely bonkers for about an hour. One of them shoved a balloon up his jumper and started running around saying ‘I’m pregnant, I’m pregnant!!’ It was at this point that his Dad (who had consumed several glasses of fizzy pop himself) came jumping out from round a corner with a drawing pin and shouted, ‘AND I’M THE MIDWIFE!’ before popping  his sons pregnant balloon belly, leaving him looking like he had just prematurely deployed the ‘chorizo pork stew’ we served for dinner that evening.