Hurray...this time it's not Charlie!!!

I decided to ski with Charlie's school ski group this afternoon...he had lost a bit of his confidence since his fall a week ago and needed a bit of reassurance.  His instructor, a 20 year old kiwi called Charmaine, is completely insane and I'm convinced she was making sure she never has a mum accompany her group again, as she scared the living daylights out of me (at least I think that's what she was doing... if she skies like that all the time then she's a huge worry!)  The children, however, think she's the best... she goes head first shouting 'lets go faster' and whooping and cheering then took us down this ridiculous black called Talon's Grip, well that says it all!  There is clearly nothing wrong with Charlie's knee as he could do all the runs twice as fast as me, which was a bit embarrassing actually so I bailed out and went back to village. I'd been there 10 minutes when a guy in a lovely medics jacket tapped me on the shoulder and asked 'Are you Ned's mum?"  Turns out Ned had skied into some netting marking the edge of the run, his leg had got tangled and stopped but the rest of his body kept going!!  Yet another twisted knee, more bandages and a most importantly another ride on the back of a skidoo!!!  I did warn the medic that I have got one more child so to expect to see us again next week!!