It’s hard to believe it has been a year since I’ve dusted off the passport and headed to foreign climes. This holiday is a little different to times past, however, because it is a “girls own adventure” with my friends Paige and Eileen. We’re hitting the ski slopes and New Zealand is our destination of choice (and a very good choice it is).

A bottle of vodka and a spa… what could possibly go wrong?

I must have the luck of the Irish or something because our first day of skiing in Queenstown was nothing short of perfect. Perfect in that we had blue skies and clement weather. Perfect in that we all looked absolutely amazing. Perfect in that we had a ski instructor with an accent and who was, by all accounts, pretty hunky. What more could a girl ask for? Oh yes, mulled wine après-ski and a hot spa to ease away our aches. Sheer bliss, but our conversation cannot be reproduced in this blog for fear of incriminating the guilty.

For someone who needs to be alone a lot I haven’t had any melt downs… yet. I rather think Paige and Eileen might come out of this holiday thinking I’m relatively normal, although it is early days. The same can’t be said for my computer which gave up the ghost on the second day*. RIP 11″ Mac Air. You served me well.

*I’ve had to survive on my iPhone and that is a special level of hell for me. I very nearly went out and bought a brand new computer before sanity prevailed. It was a close call however…