Ok 42 year old women are not meant to fly down snowy hills on a bit of plastic at 100 mph and think they will feel no pain afterwards.
We had such a fab day yesterday, hubby and son along with some close friends of ours walk to the 18th hole of the local golf course to find the best tobogganing run ever. We spent most of the day there, only coming home for a bite to eat at lunch time.
At one stage DH thought he was in the British bobsleigh team and came flying head first off a jump only to stand up and say he a broken a rib, didn't stop him carrying on though. I think its just bruised.
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My friend Jenny and I decided to come down together on one sledge, we screamed and laughed all the way down. No very ladylike I might add. One of the other dad's there who we didn't know came up to us and said it was one of the funniest things he's ever seen.
DS absolutely loved it, he thought it was the best day ever, mind you he said that about monday when we had a huge snowball fight in the middle of the street with the neighbours. But boy did he sleep well last night.