“How do you find out that you’re good at that?”

After gawping open-mouthed at the TV, my daughter made us all laugh by asking this question.

How indeed do you discover you have a natural aptitude for moguls? Of all the winter sports surfacing at the Winter Olympics this has to be the weirdest. Skiers looping from side to side, springing up over humps of snow covering the course, and occasionally doing a somersault in mid-air.

What a weird sport – who invented it? I can only imagine it originated on a slope peppered with molehills. Someone obviously couldn’t be bothered to clear them and carried on skiing after the snow fell. It is inelegant and tortuous. Who could possibly enjoy doing it? Just watching makes my knees ache.

I’m also puzzled by the luge. It’s just like the skeleton, with a small sledge, only the competitor lies on their back and goes feet first. I reckon this is the result of a lazy official being asked to increase the number of sports and simply tweaking an existing one.

I wouldn’t fancy having a go on that, either. It was bad enough when I missed my footing on a walk recently and slid on my bottom down a small muddy hillside. I wasn’t going at Formula One speeds like they do in that frozen gully. For armchair viewing, though, it’s great: let other people take the risks while we sit back and enjoy a cuppa.

I could watch downhill racing forever. Now that’s what I call edge-of-the-seat entertainment. I went skiing once, on a school trip to Austria, and loved every minute, from the gorgeous skiing instructors to the stunning views at the top of the mountain, to the feeling of exhilaration as we skied down. I took to it like a duck to water and vowed to go again, but the opportunity has not come my way. Not that I’d fancy those near-vertical slopes of hard-packed ice.

There isn’t much at the Winter Olympics that I’d like to have a go at. I hate the look of snowboarding, of having to be strapped on to a board, unable to move your feet, not to mention the huge, acrobatic jumps.

Although there is something I could do, and without any additional training. I could jog up and down the curling rink, sweeping with those funny little brushes. I’d be great. It’s not far removed from stuff I do everyday at home, clearing up cat litter and other spillages. I don’t know why I didn’t put myself forward.