Dessert

After all the serious fun… there was a day of ice-karting!

Last year I won the ice-karting and could have written loads of stuff about it. 

This year I came third so I’ve not much to say for myself. 

Except that I didn’t start using the brakes until we were messing around after the final.  That’s when I started to remember how to go quickly!  DUH!

Tracks in the UK would be unfamiliar with the concept of letting the punters carry on driving, round and round, until they actually get tired of driving.  Or it gets dark.  Which in our case happened around the same time!  In fact, at one point Benny even re-started us in the other direction so that it would be more challenging!

The casualty of the day was my boot, which now has a radically remodelled sole… on account of me trying to warm my feet up by putting them too close to the fire!  It actually took an hour in the jacuzzi and ten minutes in the sauna for me to feel my toes again at the end of the day.  And a large G&T, a terrific bottle of wine and another evening of hilarious conversation to stop smarting about losing!

I must work on that!