Silly Billies Return to Roam

Its been hard to find time during the week to write up my blog, but finally I have a chance to sit down on the couch and do so! Last weekend was the Wing Orienteering Club 'storsamling' (social gathering) in Oppdal and since then we have been so busy working, biking in the snow and ice and eating lots of yummy food I have had no time to write anything. On Friday night before we went to Oppdal Helen picked me up and we went over to Lene's for a girls' sushi night - which was a delicious affair indeed. Lene has some beautiful porcelain and a very stylish flat. We made some yummy sushi and had a very enjoyable time - so I had to include photo of our meal in this post. The next morning we hopped up quite early and made our way over to the Dragvoll campus to catch the organised bus to Oppdal. It was a beautiful morning because it was snowing lightly and thin white powder was settling over the countyside. By the time we reached Oppdal it was white everywhere. There is a p

After posting a very funny picture of Chris lying zonked on the beach in Portugal I have another amusing photo to add - this time of the bung thumb, or the 'claw' as it has later been named. Chris arrived home from the ARWC in Portugal 2 weeks ago, feeling pretty tired. After many hours sleeping for the first few days he started to feel better, but noticed that his hand was still very sore from crashing his mountain bike about half way through the race. Wisely he decided to get it checked at the doctors, but to our horror they decided he had torn the thumb ligament and needed surgery immediatly to reattach the ligament to the bone. So the following Tuesday Chris became part titanium (well, very small part - like .00001 percent). So now he is stuck with a very unusual looking claw cast on his right hand that has to stay on for 6 weeks, meaning he can't ride a bike, and skiing is dubious. However, after a brief mourning period he has realised that the timing isn't so bad