Chalet booked, turkey ordered, lateral flow test slots reserved. What could possibly go wrong?
After two Covid-blighted blank seasons, my family and I were more than ready to hit the slopes again - this time in Morzine for Christmas. It was all looking so good, but as we know all too well by now nothing is certain in a time of pandemic. Just three days before we were due to set out an unholy alliance of Macron and Omicron appeared to have scuppered everything by shutting down the border to visitors from Plague Island.
