Ey, it’s the holiday

Welcome one, welcome all, back to Mount Olympus!

I know what you’re thinking… haven’t you already seen a blog of a similar title, with a similar writing style and similar opening lines…? I m u s t be an impostor!

Have no fear, for I am only an impostor of myself! The similar title is, of course, a reference to Grease, the movie, once more.

Why, you ask? Well, you must be more foolish than you look! We are, obviously, going on a burger tasting tour of the world, what with it being the greasiest food.

No, I’m kidding, fool you once shame on me, and all that. In reality, we are only calling Olivia Newton John because she is an old family friend and, for reasons unknown, we can’t reach her…

Is it in poor taste to joke about death?

Anyway.

Once again, I’m jesting!! Fool you twice, where’s the shame?? On you!! We are going back to Greece, babay!!

Well, in a few days.

Why am I writing my blog now, then, I hear you question? Well, do I look to be at home? No. I am in Paris. SO THE HOLIDAYS HAVE COMMENECED and so too does the blog.

(It is worth mentioning that I harboured no intentions of writing a blog before we got to Greece but, alas, Dad said he would be writing today’s story and so I had to do the same. It’s a question of journalistic integrity, really.)

So! Once more unto the breach, as Shakespeare said or whatever.

Today I woke up from a too short sleep, and funnily enough my watch broke only a few weeks ago, and so since that day, despite having a second watch, a kindle, a phone, and a computer that are all on the right time and which were all used that morning, I have abandoned all concept of time. I was, and I cannot stress this enough, soooo sure that I had been woken around 9:30. So I’m going about my morning, packing my bag (why do in advance what you can leave till the last minute), downloading books from my computer onto my kindle in a rush, unplugging electrics and closing windows, generally running late, as you do, and of course, I did play “holiday” by Lil Nas X, as is a tradition between me and the twins.

“Ey, it’s the holiday”.

Anyway, we left in plenty of time, and (despite being stuck behind a slow car the whole way to the station) we arrived before our train! After some walking, some pictures, and one moment where Lily worryingly said that the blue train looked like a poop (please seek medical help if you’re pooping blue), our train arrived!

We boarded with all the flair of english tourists, despite being in our home town. That is to say, we loudly spoke and laughed and took up space with no regard for the looks we got around us. For four straight hours.

It was fun!

And when I was in the train, I saw that it was like 8:30, and my world just realigned. I was so sure that it was 10:00 at least.

One couple even said goodbye to us as they got off at their stop, to which I remarked that we were talking so loudly that they must have felt included in the conversation.

It did not stop us.

What did we talk about, you ask? Well, my friends, we recently watched the F1 movie in cinemas (I do recommend; Hans Zimmer composed some masterpieces as well), and Lily felt the need to go full white girl and watch the series, and the twins are obsessed with Damson Idris (the movie actor) and also hold a casual appreciation for actual F1 drivers. Lily’s favourite is, of course, Hamilton.

Lewis Hamilton, to my chagrin.

For while they spoke of this, I often interjected with Hamilton (the musical) lyrics or references. I have no interest in F1. They have no interest in Hamilton (my current obsession: I have listened to the soundtrack on repeat for two weeks. Oh yes, I can rap Guns and Ships. I am floating on a croissant).

It made for riveting conversations. Lily would comment on everything in her F1 drive to survive episode, often saying “box box”, and I in turn would dramatically act out every character as I listened to the soundtrack of Hamilton (for those who know, you can imagine my difficulty at the end of Non Stop).

Things calmed down when we ate some marmite on bread, (I had been running late and had had to forgo the most important meal of the day; I was h u n g r y). It is worth noting that I put stuff on my nails to stop myself from biting them, and that stuff is soooo vomit-worthy levels of disgusting, and stays in your mouth, and you never realise how much your nails touch your mouth when you eat a baguette until they’re covered in the flavour of a car seat.

*shudder*. Anyway.

Dad spoke about beginning his blog, and Lily wittily suggested it should be named “Weed and Seaweed”, for our main two stops include Amsterdam and Greece.

Dad foolishly ignored her.

Finally, after what seemed like hours (because it was), we pulled into the station and began the trek home. Mum and Dad were thinking about lunch, and the ultimate decision was onion flatbreads (which I dislike) much to my disappointment.

Said disappointment was diminished when I discovered that Quentin had left a bunch of yoghurts at the flat, and I ate five of them, one in each flavour except apricot (if you enjoy apricot yoghurt then 1) you are the devil and 2) there are some in our fridge do you want them).

After lunch, we hung out for a little, before it was decided we would go to Chatelet (which I l o v e to pronounce as “shitlet”). Instead of getting ready, my sisters and I did nothing for a while until Dad asked “are you ready girls?” To which he received a veritable chorus of “I’m not!”s as we leapt into action.

I found that quite funny.

Twenty minutes later, Lily’s room was a mess, but we were not! We sashayed out the door, the sashaying quickly halted by the five flights of stairs, and made our way to shitlet.

Once there, we went to Bijou Brigitte on the hunt for sunglasses. And OMG GUYS ok hang on. So last year I had the most magnificent pair of sunglasses that looked sooo good on me, but, in true Ruby fashion, they broke the day before summer was over (never have I had a pair that has lasted to autumn and I don’t know why, it is my curse). And I FOUND THE EXACT SAME PAIR and just about jumped for joy and bought them.

Lily also got sunglasses and also a waistlet as Tate calls them, before we headed off to find jeans (a failure) and phone cases (a success!).

That done, we had to head home because mum had a call at 5. When we got back I did eat another yoghurt, because my sisters all had frozen ones. They then went to lie on the bed, and when I attempted to join them later, they refused to let me lie anywhere except at the end of a bed like a dog, and on top of that they refused me a pillow when they had two each!!

Not so fair, not so fair.

But anyway, after that, we were supposed to pack for Amsterdam tomorrow, but it has to be said I wasn’t feeling too joyful, in fact one might say I was forlorn, and so I mostly moped.

Our good friend Dad had made some pasta for dinner which, might I add, he absolutely fished for compliments on: picture this. We are all sitting down, eating, and Dad says “well, I guess I tried my best *melancholy sigh*”. Cut to, all of us saying variations of “nooo, it’s really tasty” and Dad smiling smugly.

After dinner, I wish I could say that I ate yoghurt but alas, there were none left. Instead, we had spread on bread. Now, if you know me, you know I am an avid jam hater. However, if you spend a lot of time with me, or, I suppose, if you have somehow made it this far into the blog, you will know that in the exceedingly rare moments in which I eat jam, I actually love it. Today was one of those moments, because Lily would not let me eat any Elton John Marmite. Meanie.

It is worth mentioning that dinner was a hilarious affair. Allegra has the comedic timing of a god, I swear, and tonight she was putting it to use. (For example, while talking about Lily’s marmite, Lily said that if anyone throws it out the window, then she would throw them out the window. Allegra proceeded to extremely nonchalantly pretend to absolutely yeet it, adding sound effects of it falling all the way down (we are on the 5th floor). It was so funny that Lily fought laughter to say, “you missed the cats”, to which Allegra shrugged and then went “rraawrr”, a truly flawless imitation of the typical, angry cat sound. It was so funny we all died then and there). I died of laughter many a time. And of course, Lily and Tate joined in and really I felt like I was just watching a comedy show. It was great. Literally soooo funny. I cannot stress this enough, I was slapping my knees laughing.

After dinner I lay upside down on a sofa to see what would happen, and was fairly disappointed when nothing did. After about twenty minutes, Dad’s blog was up and of course we had to read it and check for mistakes.

I then finally got around to packing for Amsterdam and the concert tomorrow night, yay me! Points for productivity. And when that was done no one was feeling very energetic and Mum and Dad were in bed, and so I procrasti-Pinterested for a while, before finally sitting down to write this blog. Something I love and hate.

And now, for our midnight feast that me and my sisters are going to have, to really mark the first day of the holidays!!

And so, this is where we pause in the trek up Mount Olympus, folks.
Debate of the day: is F1 a real sport?
Bye family!!!

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