Skiing maybe like riding a bike, in as much as you remember the skill for 20 years, but how come I forgot how much it hurt my shins? And knees. And everywhere really, come to think of it ...

We've recently returned from a one week skiing holiday in Bulgaria for half term. I was delighted that we got back in one piece, albeit bruised!!! My husband (Richard) and I pretty much remembered how to ski, having not been for over 18 years, and apart from a couple of days of bitter snow/blizzard conditions, it was all very positive. Our daughters have never skied other than minimal experience on the dry slopes and they did really well though failed to accept our compliments on how well they had done. They were both managing red runs by the end, though understandably blue were more in their comfort zone.

Returning home afterwards, there was severe weather in Vienna affecting the flights, as was the case on our way out the previous week. Despite a tight transfer, fortunately that time our luggage made the connection although we had been careful to pack emergency ski gear in the hand luggage; it's always more of a nuisance being without hold luggage away from home.

On the way home however, our luggage got stuck in Vienna, but was efficiently couriered to us the next afternoon by Austrian Airways (or whoever is their baggage handling agent), so that the marathon washing could begin ...