Some very not repetitive journalism.

Welcome one, welcome all, back to Mount Olympus, may you catch the goats that roam freely through life’s path!

Today was a day barely worth reporting.

No, I jest, I would never dream of leaving you, my adoring readers and philosophical travelers, wondering what we did on this fine Monday!

Of course, I read as soon as Lily’s alarm woke me up. Ooh! I bring you an insider scoop! Rumor has it that Lily and Allegra Simpson, who were only yesterday commended for their dedication, may stop doing daily sport! Sources say that Lily said “I just hate sport” and “It’s lost its appeal” and Allegra agreed! Eyewitnesses tell us that they did no exercise this morning.

More at 5!

But then I remembered that I hadn’t my finished my blog yesterday, so I hastened to do so- I was just tooo tired last night. Whoops! I shouldn’t keep mentioning that I’m tired! My most dedicated critic has informed me that saying this “is repetitive journalism” and “makes for a boring read”.

I would never want Lily to be bored I shall never speak of my fatigued state again!

So here is some very not repetitive journalism.

And then I did the dishes while the rest of my sisters did nothing. Nada. Nil.

So understandably, when dad came in, he said “rumple is the best” and I was disgruntled at the cursed (pronounced curs-ed) nickname, so dad then said, “in fact, I would go as far as to say, Ruby is the best”, so I was very happy and rubbed it in my sisters’ faces with glee.

But the happiness was not to last. I was told we were going to a beach again, but as you know, at the risk of sounding entitled, I am a tad tired of them and so I was vaguely put out at this news. Especially since my hair was looking great and salt water would just dry it out.

Lunch was had, the potato pastries are delicious and I would die for them. Mum kindly gave me half of her’s, solidifying her status as my favourite mum ever.

But Lily was not very happy for the same reasons as I, so she was looking to start arguments with everyone. Sadly, I am simply too smart and witty to be outwitted by her, so she did just get a bit more disgruntled.

But she was arguing with mum, with dad, sort of with me, the twins were annoyed at the arguments so started arguing with us, it was a crazy moment.

But then it seemed to pass, and Lily and I were laughing together, and we put on sunscreen, andddd then the arguing started again, over stupid things as usual.

But as soon as we stepped out the door the arguing stopped.

Twas another thirty or so minute walk, in the hot sun, my siblings and I played the song association game (someone says a word and you have to find it in a song). At some point Dad joined in, brought up Simon and Garfunkel, and then tried to sing one of their songs but didn’t quite have the words, so Allegra hilarious told him, “you Simon and Garfumbled that”.

We all laughed.

At the beach, I decided to not swim, and simply lie on my towel and read. I was being hilarious, if I do say so myself; dad laughed at me many a time, even if I do not recall why.

The twins were swimming away, mum and Lily were frantically fending off ginormous ants, and I was peacefully relaxed, doling out words of wisdom such as “you need to lay down the law, and the ants won’t bother you!”

A fun time was had.

And of course, mum was picking up plastic from the beach to throw away, like the hero she is.

But mum and dad tired of the beach, and the tides was coming in, so we packed up and headed off. The walk home was a long one, but I had fashioned myself a dress out of a sarong as I had yesterday, and I looked awesome. So it was allll worth it.

I was offered the opportunity to prove my genius once more, as well as my collection of random knowledge, as I love to do, when dad asked, “I wonder if “dendra” has something to do with trees,” and I told him yes, because dendrochronology is the science of studying trees to figure out climats of the past etc.

Everyone would be lost without me.

Well, not lost, but they would know a wholeeeee lot less about dendrochronology.

But no sooner were we in the door than we were back out again, after a quick outfit change and mandatory argument (Lily can’t stand anyone wearing a white dress if she is wearing a different white dress, apparently), and we headed to the supermarket to get necessities such as a sewing kit, which Allegra a s s u r e d me we would not find, and as she spoke, Mum walked up behind her brandishing one. Twas funny.

And then it was ice cream o’clock! My favourite time of the day!

I got a Ferrero ice cream since they had no regular chocolate. Although they did have Dubai chocolate ice cream, although I forwent that because since Dubai chocolate has become a trend, there has been a pistachio shortage.

Look at me, saving the world one pistachio at a time. Commendable.

Following this, we had a brief wander around town, looking into shops, buying a magnet and an “evil eye to ward off evil from our house” (I hilariously said to mum, “geez Louise, if you didn’t want me to come home, you could have just said,” but mum just looked at me and said, “ok”), and ambled back home.

Now here I would usually mention f1, but Lily is the one who deemed it necessary that f1 be mentioned in every blog, and, as we all know, she is not a fan of “repetitive journalism”. I reiterate, I wouldn’t want to bore you Lily, so I shall never mention it again!

What a benevolent author I am.

I regret making fun of Lily since I am now telling you that Lily asked to watch Hamilton act 2 with me, which I did with glee, it was amazing, I love Hamilton and ofc my fave Eliza stole the show as per usual, but we only made it up until (spoiler alert) his son died, because Lily had to hop and skip into the kitchen to make dinner!

I kept fumbling my vocabulary, as Allegra would say, by saying “the pettle or the can” instead of “the kettle or the pan” and this took me like five tries to get right. Anyway.

And then twas dinner time, and the meal was scrumptious, Lily knows how to make a good pasta! Also mum gave me a massive amount of feta. Which I love.

During dinner we watched the end of Hamilton, twas amazing, although Lily declared she liked the show but not the guy, he was “a pick me” and “annoying” and honestly? She might be right. He brought everything unto himself. So. If I was Aaron Burr I would’ve shot him much earlier in.

But it was funny when during “Your obedient servant” Tate said, “I don’t get why he called himself A dot Ham, he’s just saying, “yeah I’m a piece of pig”.

Lily and I laughed so hard, as we are won’t to do.

But after Hamilton we watched something of less quality, being Naked Gun, which is the stupidest film ever, Mum and Dad found it hilarious, so it was all worth it.

And then came bed time! So here we are now, at the end of the day as I lie in bed feeling a sense of accomplishment at having finished the blog before bed!

And so this is where we pause our trek up Mount Olympus, folks.
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