CHUMP THINKS HE'S 18, NOT 20
W E D N E S D A Y, 2 9 M A R C H
Dutronc came down jolly late to breakfast - I was about to give up. He had his anorak on: it's red, and absolutely fab. He turned right round once and gave me a promising look.
Long queue at Schledelkopf again. We waited 20 minutes. It was snowing. The ski down wasn't very good because you couldn't see where where you were going. Then we went up the Kriegerhorn, honestly, it was so freezing I had to put my arms in front of my face; there was practically a blizzard! Mummy's so mad, she didn't even put her hood up! Back for lunch, then the sun came out. We went up the Kriegerhorn again, I wasn't cold this time, and had a wonderful ski down in perfect snow - almost too much of it. I whizzed down the Standard Run, taking the bumps as they came, singing 'Groovy Kind of Love' all the way. But it was so hilarious - there was a madman charging down on a toboggan and dodging the skiers as he went!!
At seven I went up to change. Put my hair in bunches and wore my orange dress - if only it was shorter I wouldn't have to pull it up with a belt. We went into the sitting room and sat at the end. I read more Catherine. Then suddenly Chump said, "look who's come in," and there, at the other end, in a dark corner, was Dutronc - with his parents. He had a Libella and a cheesecake. He was wearing the most fantastic pair of corduroy trousers.
At dinner, as always, he had his back to us. We had scrambled eggs (too salty), steak (delicious), and a whacking ice-cream with fruit and everything. Chumpy criticised Mummy's hair, again. Ernst [head waiter] said she's going to be very pretty in five years' time and will have "plenty to choose from", but she'll be difficult! He's very keen on Chump.
Chump doesn't like Dutronc that much, but thinks his corduroy trousers are fantastic. She now thinks he's 18, not 20.