As the title suggests, the gruesome twosome went to Gstaard but Ryan did not in fact ski, he was ‘daddy day care’ and I must say that all the children looked throughly delighted to be in his affable company.
Louise claims to have only skiid for one hour, which as some of you might know is about the time it takes to get all the bloody gear on and get on a button lift. Frail, delicate Tiny Tears then enthralled everyone on the nursery slopes by zipping about with a bemused Leo swinging from her arms. It was a magical experience for Leo and I’ll think you’ll agree when I say that all our toddlers are just not living their best lives while we take them to soft play and doing toddler appropriate things instead of getting to stick stickers on an aircraft and being lobbed about on a pair of skis for the ‘gram.
Leo sleeps 7-7, but he doesn’t.
Ryan thinks he’s a good cook, but he isn’t.
Louise continues her love affair with beige décor, carpets the colour of day old porridge and butchering flower arrangements for fun.
If she gets the all clear from her latest quack, she might be able to do a half arsed workout in her leggings.