Austria: Don't ski in mashed potato

Today Mrs M took out a lady. She had drifted off piste into some sticky mashed potato where she struck the poor woman with a distinct thud. Mrs M slid downhill for about 20 metres carrying her reluctant passenger before bystanders arrested their progress. After profusely apologising, Mrs M curiously decided to calm herself down with a mug of gluhwein with lunch. Despite the medicinal tipple, post-lunch skiing was a little more sensible.