CHUMP THINKS HE'S 20, NOT 18
T U E S D A Y, 2 8 M A R C H
Woke up to snow so decided not to ski. I wore my trouser suit. Dutronc was there at breakfast again - he is the super-snazz!
Chump and me went for a walk to the shops - everywhere is beautiful with all the snow. We saw some fab enamel rings in Pfefferkorn's, about 7/6- each. I might get Lucy one for her birthday.
Skiied after lunch. A long queue for the Schledelkopf but Daddy was ridiculous because he didn't join us in the queue - he said it was "queue-barging". So we had to wait for him and as a result got in everybody's way. Then went up the Kriegerhorn - it was really cold at the top and shrouded in mist. Then went to the Petersboden and had a wonderful ski down - we went like racing demons and got back before Ma and Pa!
When they came back, Chump and Dad went for a swim in the new pool. The water was freezing but the pool is gorgeous.
Wore kilt and cardy in the evening, and bunches. Had glorious roast chicken and iced coffee for dinner. Went into the sitting-room and read Catherine (pretty deadly). Then, five minutes ago, I realised Dutronc and his parents were sitting at the table opposite!!! Felt so happy... but a few minutes later they left. They go to bed jolly early.
I've just asked Chump how old she thinks he is and she says 20, not 18. He looks much older with his sunglasses on.