The Arrival

It wasn't long after my temporary boss had blurted; "Honestly love, you look rough. Have a Red Bull or something + perk yourself up"- biting my raging, yearningly rebellious tongue to keep quiet + bide my sweet time until my long awaited hour of departure arrived, I followed his advice by throwing a can of sweet caffeine down my throat, that I found myself high-as-a-kite + blabbering to a New York banker about the bicycle scene in his city, that eventually, I found myself triumphantly free of all 'management' duties. Skipping away savouring brilliant introductions to a full throttle anticipation that before the day was out, we'd have six new editions to make our Chamonix world spin round + round.

Their arrival quite simply, could not come soon enough- and supposedly amphetamine'd up from my high class cocktail meant I was far too twitchy + impatient to hang about the flat, especially with such a high potential danger of a body collapsing with exhaustion before they even wracked up in the village- so we took ourselves out to pumps around to some disco + alter the rendez-vous out in the hustle + bustle of Saturday night Argentiere .

I couldn't quite wrap my arms firmly enough around our first arrival, Curly Wurly. So. Regular, if not somewhat over excessive bursts of enveloping appreciation followed for the subsequent hours, with regular repetitions of the phrase; "I can't believe you're here!!". We managed to stay polite to each other for at least the first five minutes, but it wasn't long before we launched into the amorously antagonistic yappering provocations; despicable mutterings + exchanges that only sturdily trusted and insanely close old friends could possibly get away with. Ginormous bubbles of Leffe were latched onto our troublingly increasing tab + we went about fighting for time enough to catch up on long lost months devoid of precious moments together.

I saw the fiercely familiar woolly jumper plastered with smiling cats, before I found the faces of the second bulkier delivery of gorgeously grinning buddies : now everyone was here! Yabba-yagga-hobble-de-dooooo, for nothing else existed all of a sudden, apart from drawing in the worlds of my dear old friends and eagerly planning the multitudes of mischief that the forthcoming week could hold for us.