De toute facon, c'est de la tarte aux pommes!
No, pas fatigues du tout...
The more it snows tidly pom, the more it goes, tidly pom, the more my toes, tidly pom, are freezing. And did it snow! Powder well above the knees. Fab stuff. Fun time. It was well worth the eight and a half hour drive up to GVA where we had a fondue with the Barcellinis in the Café du Soleil and then on to the chalet where we spent Easter with Mate and Fox, as well as with Alex and Isa, the girls, and their friends Olivier and Laure, Manon and Loic.
"Mother, vomit, kitchen!," squealed Jandro.
A resistant sofa.
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