Pants

I am not going to sully the mood of this post by indulging in the self depreciation that goes with the foolish leaving of my wallet at the Alpen Hotel and the chaotic morning that evolved the next day. Instead I will continue to recall the image of a chunky black man in a blonde wig sitting outside one of Klosters most exclusive hotels drinking a beer and Tim's comment that if you turned up there on the first day of your holiday you'd really think you were in the wrong place. All that I will say about the incident other than to acknowledge it happened and it was my fault is to say, "Silver Lining, this shit really does happen to us all".