'Off Piste' by Donna M Day

             I used to love off season but now there’s not a single flake of snow left on this planet, the season will never be on again.

            My Dad says I should make the best of it, but cosy armchairs, copious amounts of hot chocolate and cable cars are useless when the coldest days are 32º.

            I fill the bath with ice, lay down and dream of snowmen and slaloms