If they are Russian, you’re in for a treat.

They won’t really understand what a chalet holiday is and will mistake you for a butler and /or personal assistant.

Svetlana may turn up with a menagerie of small dogs/prostitutes which require a special diet of steak and Evian, smoke in the chalet and perform strange sexual acts in full view while you’re cooking dinner.

Ever given yourself a guilt trip about your ‘first world problems’? Wait until a 5’2” drunken Austrian dude with bought-and-paid-for-gout is bellowing into your boobs with rage because you left some shopping bags in the back of his Porsche Cayenne or failed to top-up the Jo Malone hand soap in the downstairs loo. That’ll put things in perspective.

Just remind yourself that when you’re enjoying a few tinnies with your mates and having a good guffaw half way up the chairlift later that afternoon, they will still be a miserable sod who’s lost touch with everything that’s sacred.