Wednesday, 5 December 2012
Snow, sledging & having a heart attack . . .
Earlier this afternoon, I took The G out sledging . . .
Perfect conditions - sufficient snowfall to ensure decent speeds, but not enough to hamper our progress. I pulled, The G directing operations from the in-sledge seat.
It took around 20 minutes for her to get cold and for me to start experiencing mild chest pains. Returning home at this point seemed best for all concerned.
Back in the house, we began to remove our sodden clothing . . .
'I'm worn out,' I remarked as I helped her take off her bright pink boots.
The G thought about this for a moment.
'Me too,' she said.
Strange. I didn't realise that all that sitting down and giving orders could be so tiring . . .