Dear diary. I've made some terrible mistakes in the past two days. What I should have done: immediately after the unsuccessful glacier trip I should have re-booked us onto the following day. Instead I asked for a refund. Now, a day later, there was just one slot available, so it was either me, or my lady, to go up to the glacier. We had to play a game of rock-scissors-paper to decide who goes; I won, but it doesn't make me happy, knowing that she's grounded with nothing much to do. I'm such a lousy boyfriend
Even though she says she's okay with that and she didn't want to go anyway and was afraid that her english was not good enough to actually go, I still feel awful.
