Onwards and sidewards (and a little bit backwards)

Its strange when you think that you're making progress only to find that you've actually regressed. Oh don't worry about me, I'm absolutely fine both physically and mentally (well the jury is still out on that one) I'd had an already interesting day by the time I got to the snow centre with Keegan on Friday evening (I'll get into that later) but by the time I got there I was quiet. Claire picked up on that straight away and was asking me what was wrong, but I had no answer to give because, well, I didn't know. I thought maybe it was the rushed day at trying to get things done in time? Maybe the traffic on the M25 for the Bank Holiday weekend? Maybe the stupid disclaimer we had to sign to say that the snowcentre or Sixt wouldn't be liable for any intentional damage to the £50,000 brand new BMW X2 parked in the middle of the slope? No, it wasn't those things although the last thing was and still is in my eyes "bloody stupid". No, ...