INGRID SPOTS A SNAZZ AT BREAKFAST

There was this chap at another table who looked terribly like... "the suave, handsome boulevardier Jacques Dutronc." (The Guardian, 2016)

M O N D A Y,  2 7  M A R C H

There was this chap at another table at breakfast who looked terribly like Jacques Dutronc. I had blood-orange juice and a crunchy roll with honey.

We went to the Rufikopf today and had a wonderful ski. I was following these ski teacher chaps and I didn't realise there was no room to stem so I had to charge straight down just like them and whoosh over the bridge faster than I every have before - how I stayed up I don't know!! Went up the cronky little meat-hook with Chump.

“We nearly fell over three times and screeched out ‘Je l’Appelle Canelle’ to spur us on! ”

We stopped at the cafe, and had a ski-wasser and some chocolate in the sunshine. Then queued up for the Hexenboden - rather crowded but rather fun. The way some ski teachers come down that slope! Did the Zursersee, and went up the chair lift with Ma - the snow was so high in one place that they'd had to cut some away so the chairs could pass. We had a marvellous ski down. Taxi back to Lech. 

Walking is painful - my new boots are so tight round my ankles it's agony, they've even left blisters. Luckily spent the rest of the afternoon sunbathing on the terrace.

Changed into red dress and red bunches and had dinner at 7.30. We all got into the most terrible giggles. It's really most odd, once you're in a giggly mood you find the most ridiculous things hilarious - Mummy practically cried! We had a four-course meal. I didn't have the first courses, but Ernst brought me some of that horsemeat stuff as he thought I ought to have something. Then delicious steak, and real banana ice cream.

Read Catherine the Great in the sitting-room. Kept a look for the super-snazz all evening. I saw him several times today - I think it was him. He looks about 18.

My face is the most vile beetroot colour.