INGRID GETS JEALOUS
F R I D A Y, 3 1 M A R C H
Dutronc came down to breakfast literally just behind us, with sealskin boots on. He turned round and gave me the most fab stare.
It snowed non-stop all day. Chump and me didn't ski but went over to the ski school at 9.30 to see if we could spot him. We couldn't, but it was fun anyway, at its height of activity. We were remarking on the snazziness of the ski teachers. It’s incredible, practically every single one is terribly good-looking! Went to Filomena's and bought masses of postcards.
As I walked in I was jolly daring and smiled at him, only very slightly but it was a smile. He looked back.
I changed into my kilt and green cardy, my hair looked nice, for once, and at 6.30 June, Bill and Susie arrived. Super to see them. We saw their rooms, then sat at the bar and I played with their number puzzle. Then Erna said we could all go over to the big table in the corner which faces Dutronc. I had the most fab view all evening, though I didn't dare look. We had raw steak on bread, veal cutlets and blackberry ice cream. When they got up to go out he took ages putting his chair in and I'm sure he knew I was looking at him because at the end he slightly looked up. He's terribly tall.
He wasn't in the sitting room the whole evening, which was pretty rotten. He goes up about 8.30. Bill and Susie went up at 9. Now I see the Dutch people and Dutronc's parents are chatting at the same table, and the most ghastly thought has just occurred to me: have Dutronc and the Dutch girls gone out together?