BEASTLY SNOW ALL DAY
M O N D A Y, 3 A P R I L
Saw Dutronc walk to the ski school. He stood with a class between the 3B and 3A posts, so he's pretty good.
Us four and June went up the Schlegelkopf. Who should I see later at the bottom of the Kriegerhorn chair lift but HIM, vigorously pulling on one of the cloaks, practically the only person going up. We went up the Petersboden twice but it wasn't very enjoyable as it was snowing, wet flakes, like rain.
At 12 we went over to the ski school with Ma to find a private teacher and found Sep. He's brown, wrinkly and terribly nice. We went to the nursery slope and began on parallel turns. I learnt masses, so did Chump. The secret is to do a little "zoop" before you turn. Sep's voice is hilarious, shrieky and squeaky! Got back at 5 past 1. I had to dry my fringe as it was sopping, so I missed Dutronc at lunch; he goes to classes at 1.30. When the dining room was empty, Chump sneaked a look at their serviette holders. Their name is Zach.
Pa, Ma and me went to the Schledelkopf in the afternoon - pretty mad of us. I came back sopping. In the evening we all played Cluedo; it was the most fab game because Dutronc was sitting at the table by the fireplace and kept on looking. I like him awfully but I don't think I'd actually like to meet him. What if he turned into a Peter-Jan disaster and started wanting to kiss me?
Later changed into my green corduroy skirt and white jumper. He was sitting at the bar with his father. He looked as I went past, and again when we went into dinner.
He's got such super legs, so long and so thin. They left years before us, and sat in a dark little corner at the other end of the sitting room. I couldn't see him at all.
I can't get over what a snazz Dutronc is. I would like to know him - but what's the fun of having a boyfriend who lives hundreds of miles away?