My week off skiing for Christmas was a bit of a rattle! Got home really late on Saturday and it was nice to see snow here. I had to be up early on the Sunday and Monday for a first aid course, for my ski instructors qualification. I am now trained to use a defibrillator! It was really interesting, I learnt all about CPR, hypothermia and frostbite – all useful stuff. My mum made me go to the doctors about the frostbite on my toe as the blister was massive – about 2.5 cm long. The doctor was useless, she had never seen frostbite before and hadn’t got a clue what to do, just gave me print off and told me I should take a month off skiing to let it heal. Not a chance!

December 23rd – We went down to London for our annual family skating get together at Tower of London – can you believe it, it was chucking it down with rain! It would have been so nice in the snow. We only just made it in time because I realised that I had lost my wallet, I must have had it nicked in Milan on my way home and I never noticed. I spent ages ringing round the banks, to get my cards replaced.

Christmas Eve – Now for serious Christmas celebrations. First up was Wigilia in London with the Polish half of the family and then a long boring drive up to Staffordshire to join the other half of the family for Christmas Day. Christmas lunch has to be my favourite meal of the year; my Grandmother does the best turkey.