Amazingly, last year she came home unscathed. Not so this year...
Day One: AM: Falls off the ski lift. Bruises left buttock.
Day Two: AM: Falls over on a run. Bruises right buttock and right wrist.
Day Two: PM: Falls over on a different run. Bruises left wrist and left buttock (again).
After each fall on the downhill bits she was rescued and put back together by the same unknown chap who was mildly surprised to find it was Lynnie he was rescuing each time. One of them must be a stalker.
She still has two days to go. Lord only knows what shape will come home in. The good news is that she can still hold a drink in her hand.
Back home, here in the grey East Anglian Winter, a Fence Man has visited and sucked a lot of air in between his teeth. It sounds like it will be a bruising experience.