Smuggling Budgies
February 2015. Chalet Morzine. France. Bugger! I’d forgotten to pack my swimming shorts. With gritted teeth and weary legs, I struggled back into my ski gear, hobbled past the mocking jacuzzi, winced longingly at the beer fridge and headed out into the snow in search of something to wear. My options in the ski-shop were bleak. Retina-scalding,…
