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  • Leg wouldn’t let me put the bad pic neither would dad)
    #golden hourRu and leg slayingRu and Liv chillin’Dad is determinedMum’s receipts of the crime

    Everybody was Corfu fighting (hyah!!)

    12 июля 2024 г., Греция ⋅ 🌙 26 °C

    Somebody call John Travolta!! Cos we wanna save some horses 😏🤠. Jkjk it’s cos we are in GREECE BABAYYYY!!!!!! You may in fact be wondering “but why are the gods returning to greece?” if you have read the title. Well in fact, that is us. We are that full of ourselves. This blog is gonna be full of gen z stuff that only the cool kids will get and if you don’t understand it’s because you are too old and shouldn’t be on the internet anyways boomer, it’s past your bedtime. Jkjk we are open to all audiences as we are also super inclusive plus we need the views. We are mainly writing this because dad refrained from including our funny funny jokes so we thought the world needs to hear them.
    So. On the plane here Leg was reading Better than the Movies which it in fact was not. Liv was watching Revenge of Others which she finished and said it was “Schmackin’”. Ruby was watching Nuprsats. She said it was “Schlackin”. Ru also took a pic of Leg waking from a deep slumber and tis funnyyyy. We then took a hire car to our ✨destination✨. We proceeded to munch some bussin’ food in the tavern where we were served by a kid who we will call Lil’ Ginger Lad. Bro was far from home (home being hell because gingers have no souls. Jkjk) We then returned and snozzled (did we tho? Heh)
    The next snazzy day we awakened ourselves to enjoy breakfast in the tavern. Nothin much happened then we came back then we chilled for a while and then we went to Ipsos. (Honorary mention to dads chuckle worthy blog, Ipsos Factos, top tier 10/10 comedy, would smash.) Leg got a pair of Gucci sunnies and implores me not to mention that they are counterfeit, so I won’t. We also saw a great “view” 😏 bro was a snack. He was giving main character vibes iykyk. We then went to the beach each let’s go get away, Leg tried to drown Ru and mum was casually getting receipts. Anyways the swim slayed the boots down. We then bopped along to another beach each let’s go get away but twas decidedly less boppin’ and thusly we did not partake in natation. We came home (honorary mention to our swaggy comedy including “my soggy little footsies” “salted caramel yum yum yum” and “This is Howie Duwett down in PueRTo RiCo” and went to town. No literally we went to the town but it wasn’t giving, so we returned to the trusty tavern to be served by Lil’ Ginger Lad. Btw Leg is gonna marry him and they will have ginger babies which will be hunted by Ruby’s chainsaw children. Honorary mention to some boppin’ jokes such as “dolamdes stuffed with rice and the remains of a cow” which caused Ru and dad to laugh profusely, which Allegra described as a “hearty chuckle” and was promptly mocked by Big D who dissed her because earlier we had mocked him for saying “homogenous”. To be fair, he said “homogenous” so bro was def tweakin’. Also during the dinner Tate said “a really normal regular dude, but, you know, a fox “ which made Ru and dad giggle to no end. Anyways the night passed the vibe check but it had to end so we returned to the hq and once more snozzled in peace, dreaming about dirty dancing, dungeons and dragons, and deadly dingos.

    Time for our honorary mention and minute of silence for our fallen comrade. Lil’ Genius. How art thee in this fine day, is the sun shining? Are you flying too close to Leg’s gyatt? Are you keeping up the drip? How is the Lil’ Berry with the big gyatt? Stay kawaii my Lil sandwich. Peace right out.

    Cheeeeese!!
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  • Surely not everybody was Corfu fighting?

    12 июля 2024 г., Греция ⋅ 🌙 25 °C

    We welcome you with open arms, G.O.A.T.s of Mount Olympus!
    On this fine day we awoke our bussin gyatts and Leg and Ru munched on some yoghurt and cinnamon biscuits. It slapped. Liv’s bussin gyatt was not risen. Also Ru got her results, she slayed the house down and got 18 and 18 out of 20. No cap. Then Leg and Ru played a game and Ru lost. Twice. Tate’s bussin gyatt was finally awoken and we prepped to leave to see a mountain top monastery (slaying and praying to Louanne) but on the way the music did not pass the vibe check, aka twas Donald Fagen. But the monastery was overcrowded - which did lead to more snacks - so we turned around to eat at a tavern. The food ate. We went back to the vehicle to find that Ru had left her phone in the sun and could have burnt the house down. But all was good and we drove to a beach each let’s go get away bopping to decidedly better tunes, namely 5SOS. On the way, Dad flopped, basically Ru said “the postal service is such a MAIL dominated industry!!” as a joke bc she is hands down hilarious, but dad didn’t get it and said “that’s why they’re called postmen.” We all replied with, “oh.” Dad for sure lost some aura points there. When we arrived at the ocean we bought umbrellas and set up camp, filmed some transitions and hopped into the water. It was coolin’. We tanned and Tate was telling us about a k drama, we were like “go off, king,” but we laughed a lot when she said, “the guy had to go to deal with 9/11.” The show was trippin’. We went back to the sea and Ru yapped about the Marauders. Twas bussin’. We decided to return to hq, so got in the car and bopped out to some questionable 5SOS lyrics. At hq we swam, filmed some transitions that highkey slapped, then showered and chilled. Winner Winner Chicken Dinner (in a sassy australian vibe) was toasted cheese and tomato sammies with strange tins of stuff. It lowkey served. Dad’s blog was read, inspiring us to write this bad boy, but before, we yacked with the parents. Mum saw a plane in the sky, and thought it was a boat. Mega Lolz. Then mother left. Then something miraculous happened, in naming this blog, we thought of using Danny instead of John Travolta. This made Tate think of Ted Lasso, namely Dani Rojas. She then attempted to imitate him, he often says, Dani Rojas, Rojas! But she said Dani Dani Rojas. This made us giggle, and Leg was like, “it’s like you’re calling him. Ohhh, Dani, Dani Rojas!” But like in a pantomime way and it slapped so hard that we chuckled heartily. It passed the vibe check. The night slayed, and then we started writing this here boppin’ blog! We stayed up too late and that was all, G.O.A.T.s of Mount Olympus!

    Time for our honorary mention and minute of silence for our fallen comrade, Lil’ Genius. Are you coolin’? Did you pass the vibe check? Did our blog eat and leave no crumbs? Peace right out.

    Cheeeeese!!
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  • Waiting thanks to mum's "morals"
    Driver was flexing! We were slaying!Us in the bussin' busMore us in the bussin' busThe three of us in the bussin' busSoft smiles, check!New hq, new bopping view

    Paxing our bags!!

    13 июля 2024 г., Греция ⋅ ☀️ 28 °C

    We welcome you with open arms, G.O.A.T.s of Mount Olympus!
    The wakeup was cheugy this morning for Leg and Ru. Ru was smokin hot, in the literal sense, (but also in the figurative) and was deliriously half awake. Leg was choking, also in the literal sense (less so in the figurative). The air did not pass the vibe check of her throat, so she was a-coughing and a-sneezing. This was at like 5 in the morning, and the two went to the front room to get some air and some cold. Ru slept on the carpet, she is not bougie, but Leg kept waking her with coughing.
    Fast forward a few hours, and we all had to pack our bags and skip town, because we are going to Paxi! Needless to say, packing was mid. We returned our hire car, but mum’s “morals” made us take a ton of time bc she outed us to the peeps and said that there was a nail in the tire. Lowkey a beige flag on her part though. But bros were not salty in fact they drove us to the bus station in record time, we were slightly worried by his driving but it also served, he was lowkey highkey flexing. The bus was a basic thang not much happened 🤷‍♀️ after that it dropped us off in the sunniest port ever which was not positively bussin it was too hot for us then we walked for kilometers, asking everyone we saw where to go. They all pointed us in the same direction: a restaurant thing. We kept taking Ls today, because the ferry was like nah, pass and the engine had broken down, so we had to wait for 1h30 for a 45 min bus to the 1h ferry in the south. But the bus ride was bussin’, we were in the backseat (drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar, jkjk, T Swizzle reffff). The boat ride ate, we played the song charades game, and we all took Ws. Then we walked for 10 minutes to our new hq and went for a swim. It was lowkey between mid and bussin’. The water was too warm. But we then walked to Gaios (yass queen slay name!) and bought some spinach pie that gave us the ick tbh because too much dill. Just too much. But we strolled back to hq, and Tate yapped about k-dramas. She and Ru practiced their soft smiles. It was lowkey lit.
    Back at hq, we swam again, Leg and Ru moved a mattress upstairs, it was giving workout 101 vibes and they both nearly died. Tate was coolin’, as she was asnozzle. Plus 5 mins of chill time that was madly needed, and then we ate. And ate dinner, tonight we had pasta salad. Afterwards, Tate must have been physically tweaking because she offered to do the dishes alone. Leg yeeted some bread (and not the good kind 💵) at Ru’s head with great force. Then we composed this here bad boy blog for your enjoyment.

    Time for our honorary mention and minute of silence for our fallen comrade. Lil’ Genius. Fool, you know Howie Duwett! It was lit yacking with you today. Can’t wait for you to serve with us instead of for Garden Ice! Peace right out.

    Cheeeeeese!!
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  • 🎶Honey, I rose up from the dead 🎶

    30 июля 2024 г., Греция ⋅ 🌙 29 °C

    We welcome you with open arms G.O.A.T.s of Mount Olympus!

    I know what you’re thinking: did they die? Did they lose their phones? Did John Travolta actually show up, and thus no one needed to call him anymore?

    Well, Dear Reader, you don’t have to answer, just ´cause they asked you, as my queen Taylor Swift would say. However, I shall ignore this advice (after all, never take advice from someone who’s falling apart 😉) and inform you of the truth.

    It was. So. Boring.

    That’s right, ladies and ladlets, recounting your day for like five people to read and -let’s be honest- barely understand, is not fun in any way, shape or form. So, we just didn’t do it.

    Simple as that, really.

    But we did justify it to ourselves. After all, gen z is famous for giving up, small attentions spans and all that. We were just being true to our roles!!

    Which 100% wasn’t true, we literally just got bored. I can’t stress enough how boring it is. I shall now attempt to convey this.

    Imagine sitting down, in a grey room (is this a dig at our slightly boring grey house, you ask? Due to the fact that mum is reading this, my answer is, whatt??? Nooooo I don’t know what you meannnnnn?!?!) and someone comes in every ten minutes and tells you about your day in great detail. To be clear, your day consisted of sitting in that grey room, interrupted every ten minutes.

    Something a little like that.

    But while I felt slightly bad for you, G.O.A.T.s, literally not a one of you mentioned it so really, that was on you. Sorry not sorry? I can’t bring myself to care??

    But, never let it be said that I am not magnanimous, even though my once spectacular comedy levels have drastically diminished since I last wrote the blog two years ago (seriously, I was an unstoppable force of laughter. Ask anyone.), and so I will give you a brief recap of this trip.

    Beaches, boats, laughs, pools, walks, restaurants, jokes, arguments, Alfredo, marriage proposals, true loves, turds, Norwegians, broken phones, dresses, transitions, ratatouille, butt naked and riding the waves, sea sickness, injuries, Alpes, seven stitches, penguins, Taylor Swift, olympics, goblin runs, nighttime pics, kdramas, ginger cousins, rizzing, patronisers, condescenders, sublime, snorkels gaslighting, teasing, sharing pancakes, Swiftopoly, middle part old money, Name King, losing bets, lights as churches, potato sack prince’s coats, 2 litres of blood, insane asylum dreams, sugar lip competitions, sea urchins, tough crowd, where’s the sound?, NO ICE CREAM, endless running, lie-ins, national anthems, who put that wave there???

    No, I will not elaborate, except on the fact that I, Contessa Rubina de Tuesday Casswell Simpson, won the sugar lip competition.

    Time for a mention of a few of the many, many funny things said in this time:

    • I’m the gyattest
    -Dad

    • You bring the dips, I’ve got the chips 😏
    -Ruby Nacho

    • The greek gods must have sh** their pants when they saw this
    -Allegra

    • Say it to my face, sonny boy
    -Tate as Han Jea I

    • Stop teasing meeee 😔
    -Dad

    •Stop gaying it up you t***s
    -Mum (to be fair, she was annoyed at the players of the euro cup football final 🤷‍♀️, she is also renowned for her decidedly negative football commentary, with previous offenses including “oh get up you whingeing Spaniard”, “bloody weird French dude”, and “he’s just, like, flopping all over the place”)

    Now I know what you’re all wondering. Now that we have had a moment of warm sun (😉) in the form of the return of the gods, will we snatch it away again and leave you with nothing more? Must you get out the mourning black? Prepare for a great depression? Or on the contrary, will you have the privilege to bask in our stories like snakes on warm rocks?

    Well, I wouldn’t be a very good swiftie if I just told you anything. Like, at all. You won’t know. No hints shall be given. Or shall they? #321lgb style.
    Tomorrow, will you read more?
    You can keep guessing.
    See, this is fun!

    Hey, also follow us on instagram @alolliru, where we post basically nothing but still, follow us. Seriously. Right now.

    Thanks!

    Time for our honorary mention and minute of silence for our fallen comrade, Lil’ Genius. Moment’s gone, Private ruined it. Anyway, the comrade is not so fallen anymore, in fact she is joining us tomorrow! Did you… survive the Great War? (😉) Peace right out.

    Cheeeeese!!
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  • Our addition to the Stadium's visitor's book
    The slightly worrying but ultimately unheeded alertResults of the race (I only placed 2nd because I cut dad off)I just love this picture 🤷‍♀️A cool BeReal in the freezing pool

    “EURO SUMMER!!!!” *bang*

    31 июля 2024 г., Греция ⋅ 🌙 26 °C

    We welcome you with open arms, G.O.A.T.s of Mount Olympus!

    And in fact today we were closer than we have ever been to Mount Olympus (although admittedly I have nary a clue as to it’s whereabouts) because we are in Athens babay!!

    The day began, as most days do, badly; I was woken up. Anyone who has been woken up can surely relate to this feeling, and you are perhaps now shuddering in horror as you contemplate tomorrow morning with newfound fear. I should maybe have put a trigger warning.

    Oh well!

    As I said, I was woken up. It was ten thirty, and you may be thinking “oh silly fool, ten thirty is a lie-in!” And you might be right, but you severely underestimate my need for sleep, as well as how late I was up. So, really that’s on you.

    But despite this start, I entered the day with a metaphorical spring in my equally metaphorical step. We were going to see some Athens sites. This includes: old buildings, crumbling stone walls, underground excavations sites. And an absolute ton of touristy shops. More tourist shops than sites to see, really. This did, however, allow me and Tate to buy matching bracelets for our secret club. So not a complete annoyance.

    But I assume you are here to hear about the buildings and stuff. Well, we only saw the Parthenon from afar, as we could not bring ourselves to go up to the acropolis. This was the birthplace of democracy, so in true ancient greek spirit, we took a vote. However, in true ancient greek spirit, women were not allowed to vote nor were even consulted, so really we just followed dad, who ultimately made all the decisions.

    Magnanimous as he is (insert eye roll here) he allowed our esteemed mother to choose whether or not we would enter the Panathenaic stadium (do not quote me on the spelling), aka the stadium in which the first modern Olympics were held, and it was decided that we would. So we strutted in, strutted around, stood on a podium, ran a race, stood on a podium, and strutted out. We did receive warnings of smoke heading our way due to a big fire in Athens, however all of the actual greeks did not seem to heed these despite the fact that we could see the smoke, but oh well.

    Afterwards we went to get lunch (despite the fact that it was like three) and followed our oh wise and magnanimous leader of this democracy lacking actual democracy to a vegan restaurant, which I definitely recommend that you visit the next time you are in Athens, even if you are not vegan. It is called “Wild Soul” or something like that. The food was top-notch, and they kept bringing out things to taste? Randomly? For free? Now that I think of it, it’s kinda weird??

    Anyway.

    Then we took a bus home and chilled for a bit, before getting back up to head out and pick up… Ready For It? Our friend, our brother, our… Fallen Comrade.

    Yes that’s right, no more honorary mentions, for she is risen (a ref you will get if you read her blog; I recommend going there promptly).

    Anyway, after a bus, a train, another train, a long wait for a plane to land, holding up some signs, a small yet hilarious skit, another train, and one last bus, Lily Simpson, Lil’ Genius, MooMoo, or Willy Nilly von Dilly, as our signs joyously proclaimed, was back at the apartment. I had a chonky headache while we were on the train, leading me to be really grumpy with Lily, and I was abandoned with two old ladies because I was decidedly not pleasant company.

    We then decided to go for a swim. It was eleven thirty, and the water was freezing, and Lily decided it was a good idea to (ironically) yell “EURO SUMMER!!” before jumping in. Sadly, this was followed by a resounding bang, as she had not deigned to check the depth of this pool, which was waist high at best. Needless to say, it was utterly hilarious. She then made us all dunk our heads under. Needless to say, less hilarious (cf: freezing water). But after a couple shenanigans and some obnoxious shrieking, we returned to our apartment to eat dinner (chocolate, dolmades and biscuits) before composing our respective blogs.

    All in all, a good day. But my feet hurt. Ouch.

    Beeteebubbleyous no one noticed my easter egg yesterday 😔 I put so much time and thought into it as well. Oh well, there had been a not very hidden and yet still secret message saying “see you tomorrow” as a hint that I would write about today’s blog and that the mourning black was not, in fact, necessary.

    Since there is no honorary mention for our Fallen Comrade, the honorary mention shall be for the Apple dance by CharlieXCX, which I find soooo satisfying. Seriously mm mm mm I would devour that dance.

    Peace right out.

    Cheeeeese!!
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  • Waiting for an (unnecessary) hour at the bus stop
    Seats well fought forThe sugar lip competition (I just know how to eat delicately fight me)My swaggy (later "crazed") makeup lookThe walk to the place- armes with baked goodsEuro summer part twoDinnerrrrThe calm before the battlestorm -to give an idea of the sheer amount of people)

    A bus, a battle, a boat and a beach

    1 августа 2024 г., Греция ⋅ 🌙 27 °C

    We welcome you with open arms, G.O.A.T.s of Mount Olympus.

    I have been staring at the screen for over five minutes, and have deleted many a first attempt at opening this blog. I keep insulting my family. For a good reason: Allegra just said “shut up, I’m this close to punching you” and that sums up everyone’s current mood. Irritable and ready to throw hands at the drop of a hat.

    I can just hear dad: “hey! I’m in a perfectly good mood, I’ll have you know!”. That’s because he is the most annoying.

    I am now realising that perhaps I am the only one annoyed by everything, because the music is shit and Capcut (what I use for editing videos; if you want to watch them, follow our instagram @alolliru) is not working properly and I don’t understand literally the problem is not even logically possible???

    Anyway, onto the day.

    I awoke freezing cold, to the sounds of Lily shouting away, not a care in the world for her little sisters just one floor up. “But Ruby,” you say, “It was ten thirty!”

    I fail to see the relevance of your comments.

    But nonetheless, I ambled downstairs to get some breakfast, and was overjoyed to notice watermelon in the fridge (approximately a week ago, I had saved a perfect slice of watermelon for breakfast, the last one, and Tate proceeded to eat it in front of my eyes, whilst saying that she wasn’t hungry and didn’t like watermelon. I honestly thought that she was just messing with me, and would put the watermelon back in the fridge, but she kept eating and I got sadder and sadder. The fiend did not care, took the last bite, and said “that was disgusting, and I’m so full, but I love the texture.” I could have thrown her out the window right then and there, but there was (sadly) not one handy. The next day, I did not have breakfast. Anyway, I keep getting sidetracked.) and sliced myself two enormous slices. They still sit in the fridge, because they were actually disgusting. Rubbery and yet mushy texture, horrible flavour. I could not stand it.

    Anyway, no breakfast once again, and so I chilled with the parents and Lil. Mum had asked for something to be sent to her, and Lily replied that she had completed but not sent it. Mum then replied, “What is it doing? Floating in the ether? How is it getting here you f*cking bunch of idiots?” Which was potentially a bit harsh but the loving undertones were there if you looked.
    (To be fully transparent, Mum did say this with a joking twinkle in her eyes and the four of us laughed)

    Anyway, then the parents started being really annoying, telling us to get ready (like, why??) with a time of departure set. So I lay around for forty of those fifty allotted minutes, and then in the last ten minutes I rushed around and complained that the parents never gave us enough warning or left us enough time.

    So, ten minutes late, we strolled out the door and to town. But our father is terrible at directions, he lead us astray and I suggested that Lily should lead, as she brought us here. Dad proceeded to lead us the wrong way, and on his blog he complained that I “questioned his worth as a human and a parent” whereas my exact words were “I’m trying to think of people I like, and you’re not on that list” and later on “I don’t know anyone that likes you” which I think was justified and Dad is totally a drama queen with no sense of direction.

    An important plot point, I asked on this walk, “where will I live?” talking about when I moved to Paris (probably) in a year. Seemingly, no one heard, and I didn’t care enough to ask again.

    Much later on, we finally arrived in town, and immediately the parents spotted a bright red weird fake vintage buggy car. It was lowkey cool though. It was decided that we would get it (I was not consulted and if I had been I would have argued against it since the og plan was to get quadbikes which to me is infinitely cooler. However Lily was consulted and despite quadbike riding being on her bucket list (apparently) and since she is mum’s favourite, the buggy was hired.) along with another red car which was just a car.

    We drove home and changed and went to the beach, stopping for lunch at a restaurant which I would give one star, because really how hard is it to bring out food at the same time, and not literally twenty minutes between everyone’s food and mine. (Like really??? And all I ordered was an entrée as well.) At this restaurant, dad proclaimed “I am not men, I am man”, which was such a typically “men” thing to say that all of us laughed except him.

    I think the irony of it all was lost on him.

    At the beach, we swam for a bit, then tanned, then swam, then I gave Lily a hot rock massage (consisting of me putting rocks on her back) and then skipping rocks (leading me to singing, “he was tryna skip rocks on the ocean,” from a Taylor Swift song, to be greeted with a chorus of “shut up!”). Dad went to snorkel, and seemed to regress back to his childhood, because at regular intervals, he would come out of the ocean to update us on his “eel and fish friends”. A direct quote: “It’s like the eel and fish are friends, and they are hanging out with me!” In a tone of utmost excitement.

    It was a sight to behold.

    Then came the time for photos, and after while of aesthetic ones, I hilariously splashed Lily, who then yelled, “I don’t want to get my hair wet!” then attempted to give me an atomic wedgie before dunking me underwater with the violence she usually reserves for ladybugs in her room.

    But I could not stop laughing, ultimately leading to my downfall: as she left me flailing in the water, I was choking out copious amounts of swallowed water and sneezing profusely. Laughing all the while.

    Mum then got annoyed at the other Brits around (at whom I had shouted “go home!” but to be fair they were from a flotilla. Like who goes on a flotilla?) and so it was decided that we would go to a village with a view of the sunset . This turned out to be a lie, as we didn’t really see the sunset, but the sun itself was pretty impressive.

    Oh!!! We also got ice cream for the first time since we have been in Greece! It’s a moment to be commemorated. And now it has been.

    But nothing else interesting really happened, so I will move on.

    We went back to the cars and drove home, and hilariously mum was driving through the slightly thin roads, and said “it’s like a video game! Cats everywhere! Like miaow miaow miaow!” which was worrying to hear as I began to wonder if mum had taken drugs since she was still imitating cats. Mum never imitates cats at home.

    But once we arrived home, we got out some snacks for dinner, sat around, and began to compose blogs, listening to terrible music. Mum then came out to join us, having finished working. About twenty minutes later, she turned to me and said, “to answer your question, you will live with Lily”

    Confused?

    So was I!

    It turns out that this was in answer to the question that I marked as a plot point earlier on. Mum had heard me, and decided to wait ten hours to answer. When I pointed this out, she was unfazed.

    I realise that my blog is less of an accurate description of our day, and more all of the thoughts in my head as I write, but really, you signed up for this rambling, so that’s on you.

    Right, I’m now being told to hurry up, because it is midnight, everyone has abandoned me outside (I feel unloved) and I do have 5% left on my phone. Also, don’t listen to a word mum says, the music was sh*t. Except for august. 10/10 song.

    In fact, that is what the honorable mention will be for today: the album folklore by Taylor Swift. 10/10, no skips, compelling, storytelling, and a good summer album (I will hear no opposition on this fact.)

    peace (😉) right out.

    Cheeeeese!!
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  • Bright red weird fake vintage buggy car

    2 августа 2024 г., Греция ⋅ 🌙 28 °C

    We welcome you with open arms, G.O.A.T.s of Mount Olympus.

    I have been staring at the screen for over five minutes, and have deleted many a first attempt at opening this blog. I keep insulting my family. For a good reason: Allegra just said “shut up, I’m this close to punching you” and that sums up everyone’s current mood. Irritable and ready to throw hands at the drop of a hat.

    I can just hear dad: “hey! I’m in a perfectly good mood, I’ll have you know!”. That’s because he is the most annoying.

    I am now realising that perhaps I am the only one annoyed by everything, because the music is shit and capcut (what I use for editing videos; if you want to watch them, follow our instagram @alolliru) is not working properly and I don’t understand literally the problem is not even logically possible???

    Anyway, onto the day.

    I awoke freezing cold, to the sounds of Lily shouting away, not a care in the world for her little sisters just one floor up. “But Ruby,” you say, “It was ten thirty!”

    I fail to see the relevance of your comments.

    But nonetheless, I ambled downstairs to get some breakfast, and was overjoyed to notice watermelon in the fridge (approximately a week ago, I had saved a perfect slice of watermelon for breakfast, the last one, and Tate proceeded to eat it in front of my eyes, while saying that she wasn’t hungry and didn’t like watermelon. I honestly thought that she was just messing with me, and would put the watermelon back in the fridge, but she kept eating and I got sadder and sadder. The fiend did not care, took the last bite, and said “that was disgusting, and I’m so full, but I love the texture.” I could have thrown her out the window right then and there, but there was (sadly) not one handy. The next day, I did not have breakfast. Anyway, I keep getting sidetracked.) and sliced myself two enormous slices. They still sit in the fridge, because they were actually disgusting. Rubbery and yet mushy texture, horrible flavour. I could not stand it.

    Anyway, no breakfast once again, and so I chilled with the parents and Lil. Mum had asked for something to be sent to her, and Lily replied that she had completed but not sent it. Mum then replied, “What is it doing? Floating in the ether? How is it getting here you f*cking bunch of idiots?” Which was potentially a bit harsh but the loving undertones were there if you looked.
    (To be fully transparent, Mum did say this with a joking twinkle in her eyes and the four of us laughed)

    Anyway, then the parents started being really annoying, telling us to get ready (like, why??) with a time of departure set. So I lay around for forty of those fifty allotted minutes, and then in the last ten minutes I rushed around and complained that the parents never gave us enough warning or left us enough time.

    So, ten minutes late, we strolled out the door and to town. But our father is terrible at directions, he lead us astray and I suggested that Lily should lead, as she brought us here. Dad proceeded to lead us the wrong way, and on his blog he complained that I “questioned his worth as a human and a parent” whereas my exact words were “I’m trying to think of people I like, and you’re not on that list” and later on “I don’t know anyone that likes you” which I think was justified and Dad is totally a drama queen with no sense of direction.

    An important plot point, I asked on this walk, “where will I live?” Talking about when I moved to Paris (probably) in a year. Seemingly, no one heard, and I didn’t care enough to ask again.

    Much later on, we finally arrived in town, and immediately the parents spotted a bright red weird fake vintage buggy car. It was lowkey cool though. It was decided that we would get it (I was not consulted and if I had been I would have argued against it since the og plan was to get quadbikes which to me is infinitely cooler. However Lily was consulted and despite quadbike riding being on her bucket list (apparently) and since she is mum’s favourite, the buggy was hired.) along with another red car which was just a car.

    We drove home and changed and went to the beach, stopping for lunch at a restaurant which I would give one star, because really how hard is it to bring out food at the same time, and not literally twenty minutes between everyone’s food and mine. (Like really??? And all I ordered was an entrée as well.) At this restaurant, dad proclaimed “I am not men, I am man”, which was such a typically “men” thing to say that all of us laughed except him.

    I think the irony of it all was lost on him.

    At the beach, we swam for a bit, then tanned, then swam, then I gave Lily a hot rock massage (consisting of me putting rocks on her back) and then skipping rocks (leading me to singing, “he was tryna skip rocks on the ocean,” from a Taylor Swift song, to be greeted with a chorus of “shut up!”). Dad went to snorkel, and seemed to regress back to his childhood, because at regular intervals, he would come out of the ocean to update us on his “eel and fish friends”. A direct quote: “It’s like the eel and fish are friends, and they are hanging out with me!” In a tone of utmost excitement.

    It was a sight to behold.

    Then came the time for photos, and after while of aesthetic ones, I hilariously splashed Lily, who then yelled, “I don’t want to get my hair wet!” then attempted to give me an atomic wedgie before dunking me underwater with the violence she usually reserves for ladybugs in her room.

    But I could not stop laughing, ultimately leading to my downfall: as she left me flailing in the water, I was choking out copious amounts of swallowed water and sneezing profusely. Laughing all the while.

    Mum then got annoyed at the other brits around (at whom I had shouted “go home!” but to be fair they were from a flotilla. Like who goes on a flotilla?) and so it was decided that we would go to a village with a view of the sunset . This turned out to be a lie, as we didn’t really see the sunset, but the sun itself was pretty impressive.

    Oh!!! We also got ice cream for the first time since we have been in Greece! It’s a moment to be commemorated. And now it has been.

    But nothing else interesting really happened, so I will move on.

    We went back to the cars and drove home, and hilariously mum was driving through the slightly thin roads, and said “it’s like a video game! Cats everywhere! Like miaow miaow miaow!” Which was worrying to hear, I began to wonder if mum had taken drugs since she was still imitating cats. Mum never imitates cats at home.

    But once we arrived home, we got out some snacks for dinner, sat around, and began to compose blogs, listening to terrible music. Mum then came out to join us, having finished working. About twenty minutes later, she turned to me and said, “to answer your question, you will live with Lily”

    Confused?

    So was I!

    It turns out that this was in answer to the question that I marked as a plot point earlier on. Mum had heard me, and decided to wait ten hours to answer. When I pointed this out, she was unfazed.

    I realise that my blog is less of an accurate description of our day, and more all of the thoughts in my head as I write, but really you signed up for this rambling, so that’s on you.

    Right, I’m now being told to hurry up, because it is midnight, everyone had abandoned me outside (I feel unloved) and I do have 5% left on my phone. Also, don’t listen to a word mum says, the music was sh*t. Except for august. 10/10 song.

    In fact, that is what the honorable mention will be for today: the album folklore by Taylor Swift. 10/10, no skips, compelling, storytelling, and a good summer album (I will hear no opposition on this fact.)

    peace (😉) right out.

    Cheeeeese!!
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  • Lily sleeping at the beach
    Me and Lily in the carMore me and Lily in the carPlot twist! Me, Lily, and Mum in the car!Me ruining Lily's attempt at an excessive video

    in my reputation era ig

    3 августа 2024 г., Греция ⋅ 🌙 28 °C

    We welcome you with open arms, G.O.A.T.s of Mount Olympus.

    Do not read this blog. It is basically just me writing with anger (and placing vaguely passive-aggressive brackets).

    Today commenced with me questioning my sanity. Unironicaly

    In the room shared by me and my sisters, there is one aircon. The sister who plans on going to sleep last is in charge of the remote control: last night, it was me. And so, when everyone else was asleep, I got cold, and so turned it off and burrowed under the blanket before falling into a deep slumber.

    Later on, the temperature caused me to reawaken. “Too warm?” You say.

    Hah. If only. The aircon was… back on. Confused, I looked over to the remote control. It was by my side, Lily was fast asleep. I assumed that I had forgotten to turn it off when I went to bed, so I switched it off, and went back to sleep.

    Not long later, I awoke to the same situation, and I honestly began to think that I was losing my mind.

    This happened a few more times and I spiralled deeper and deeper into a state of confusion and slight fear, hindering my sleep.

    This turned out to be a good thing: I slept lightly, and was awoken later by Lily leaning over me, grabbing the remote and switching it on.

    Relief and annoyance warred in my brain, while Lily said “stop turning it off!” before going back to an untroubled sleep.

    You understand, of course the disgruntlement that I felt, to begin my day questioning my sanity. But I got up and had a shower (while listening to the entirely hard-hitting (although decidedly not joyous) TTPD: The Anthology) but my mood was not improved because the shower does not go hot. Anyone who knows me knows I hate cold showers. With the passion of a thousand burning suns. So my already unideal day began its steady decline.

    Then I went and spoke to my parents and Lily, in an effort to cheer myself up.

    This was an epic fail.

    I was greeted with perhaps excessive amounts of criticism. Apparently, as you may have seen from comments on my previous blog, I “make things up”. This is blatantly untrue: we here at Return Of The Gods take honesty very seriously. Exaggeration of facts, such as battlefields before boats, perhaps. But when people say that I invent things said, this is an insult to my integrity, especially since I write it down seconds after it happens.

    Needless to say, I was miffed.

    This was not helped by the fact that my penchant for adding (perhaps unnecessary and yet decidedly delightful) brackets was recently a subject of criticism. (Apparently they are “excessive” and need to be dialled down)

    Well, you know what they say, haters gonna hate (hate, hate, hate, hate). Freedom of speech for all!!!

    However I would like to state that I am a big fan of my parents and that everything that they (and also, perhaps begrudgingly, I) said is with love.

    Anyway, thanks for listening to my rant (and also sorry 😅). Moving on, with a day that can only get better.

    Lily convinced us to fight the patriarchy (aka Dad) by getting ready in fifty minutes and not the hour of allotted time (it should be noted that we enjoy quoting “I am not men, I am man.”)

    We failed spectacularly, but you win some, you lose some.

    In our defence, we had extra things to think about since we planned on beginning the filming of our music video for Taylor Swift’s “Now That We Don’t Talk (From The Vault)” . So really an hour is not enough time.

    But we eventually set off (in our buggy which I also got criticism for, namely my description of it) and went to a beach to film, and that is what we did, leading me (as the main character) to submerge myself fully clothed in the water and also run dramatically) then we really just chilled until we got hungry (also filming some things for our transitions (to learn more, follow us @alolliru (yes I am promoting us))).

    Later on, we drove to a restaurant for lunch (at three) and consumed. It was actually pretty good (although I did have greek salad again) however the waiter was pretty good looking so in all honesty, it was fully worth it.

    We then moved to a different beach, went swimming and then I bopped out to Reputation. And Lily slept. Oh! And also do you remember dad’s eel and fish friends (that apparently he “didn’t have” and I “lied about that too”, gosh no wonder I was in a mood to listen to Reputation today (also I keep being mocked for saying gosh but do you know what? I don’t care it’s super satisfying and fun)).

    Anyway I got sidetracked. So, Dad’s eel and fish friends were back, and when he went snorkelling again he saw them, and even named them Eely and Fisho. In fact, I recorded a statement as proof (when he thought that one of his friends was missing). So, try and call me a liar now! I have receipts!!

    Nothing else of interest happened and we drove back home. It wasn’t a fun drive since we talked about failed friendships. But anyway, after a brief stop at a supermarket (I think that the rules for bakeries apply here as well), we were back home.

    After a few minutes of chilling, Lily, Olivia and I ( aka the director, Harry, and Taylor) went out to the car to film a couple of scenes, and upon our return, Lily and I decided to watch some Supernatural ( a decidedly bopping series - don’t listen to what mum says) but then (the aforementioned) mum finished work and we used her computer to transfer and edit the videos. Needless to say, Lily and I (being rather tired) were hilarious (I ended up pecking her elbow with my nose and she wrote Taylor Swift as Twaylor Sift (which was hilarious at the time, and if I’m being honest, it still is)).

    Dad made us toasties, at which point I called him a “king among men” so now people can stop saying that I am too “mean”.

    That done, we went to chill with our fam outside. A hilarious moment had gone down, having made Allegra laugh til she cried. I am not allowed to go into detail, but [redacted] read [redacted] and proposed that we [redacted] “What the f*ck [redacted]?”.

    Still funny and I wasn’t even there!!

    Then we composed the blog, bringing back my negative emotions (slightly calmed by dad putting august on the playlist of the night. But I was still disgruntled enough to say “I don’t like this song” when Better when we’re together (or whatever it’s called) by John Jackson (or Jack Johnson, I don’t really know which, I mean, who has a last name of Jackson (or Johnson) and then calls their son John (or Jack)?). In reality, I don’t hate the song, however I could not go back on my word, and so Dad basically disowned me and told me to take a walk down the road and not come back.

    I hope he was joking.

    About five minutes later, he said “I’m still reeling.” Mum (justifiably) replied “you look pretty chill for a reeler” which I found objectively hilarious, hence why it is in this blog.

    Then Mr. Brightside by The Killers played, and I love that song, so my mood was lifted considerably, ending this day on a good note.

    Honorable mention to myself. Why? Because I’m pretty cool. Because I feel like it. I debated (for about a minute) with myself about whether I should rewrite the blog or not, but then I came to the conclusion that I warned you in the beginning, and also I don’t really owe anyone a funny blog, so if you ignored my warnings, you brought this upon yourself.

    Also I slay.

    Besides, no one reads my blog for accuracy because I only detail the parts that I find interesting. Go read dad’s blog if you want accuracy.

    Peace right out.

    Cheeeeese!!
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  • Lily's aesthetic pic
    My (slightly less) aesthetic picDoing the Fearless heart hands in the water is harder than it might seemAbout to film for the mvDo not attempt to apply eyeliner on a boat: results will be chaoticMe about to snorkel- I know I look a fool. Blame Lily.They stole my phone!!A banana split split between Lil and me"What is driving a boat if not a posing opportunity?" -a direct quote from me

    Meet me in the Afterglow?

    4 августа 2024 г., Греция ⋅ ⛅ 29 °C

    We welcome you with open arms G.O.A.T.s of Mount Olympus.

    “Hey, it’s on me, in my head, I’m the one who burned us down, but it’s not what I meant.”

    That is the quote inspiring today’s blog. From whom, you ask?

    Dear reader, do you not know me at all? Afterglow, Taylor Swift, from the (absolutely spectacular) album Lover, of course.

    When once again faced with criticism from my blog yesterday, I admit that my initial reaction was anger. An argument was sparked, and neither of us would admit that we were in the wrong.

    But after the annoyance I felt writing yesterday, I thought perhaps it was judicious to enter a Lover era in the blog and look at things in a different light.

    So, here goes the story today. (Hey, let’s see how many titles of Lover songs I can get in this blog? And how many can you spot?)

    I was woken up by dad this morning (after another (albeit smaller) aircon battle in the night). I was so tired and would have preferred death by a thousand cuts to that 7:30 wakeup.

    Lily and I had to start sewing a tie out of a bandana for our Taylor Swift music video, but I asked for three more minutes in bed. Ten minutes went by and she started shouting and I was like, “you need to calm down” but I (begrudgingly) got up and began to sew.

    I did not consume breakfast, because there was really nothing I liked. Anyway, we had to return our beloved car, but we made a rookie mistake: I was in the front. So we came to a fork in the road, I confidently told them that the town was to the right, everyone listened, but the town, in fact ,was not to the right. Who knows, maybe I was trying to get to cornelia street 🤷‍♀️ .

    But eventually we made it, and returned the cars (mum yacked about her cool daughter (Lily) like she was trying to win a prize, maybe get her named miss americana (and the heartbreak prince) (I know, these are getting bad… but it’s harder then you might think)).

    We purchased pies for lunch, then headed down to the pier where we were going to get on our boat, which we then did. We took off and the four of us actually slept in the front of the boat because we were so tired.

    Who was driving, you ask?

    The man, of course. He had named himself the designated driver (remember, I am not men, I am man).

    But anyway, we arrived at a good spot, with no one else, and with mostly calm water. After dropping the archer- sorry, the anchor (gosh I really need to lift my game) we swam around, and I snorkelled which is great fun. I also dove down to touch the anchor which was fun and also terrifying since I am - for some unknown reason - scared of the chains on anchors or on buoys. They are just freaky.

    Anyway, I fought my (kind of stupid) fears by touching the anchor, so yay me!

    Lily and I also took some aesthetic pictures, (which is really good fun) while the twins went crazy and tried shout-singing through their snorkels.

    But then some annoying people showed up and parked their boat right next to ours!! How annoying is that? We couldn’t place their accents, I thought at first that one of them was a london boy, but this was not the case.

    We eventually decided to move on, but the new place we stopped at was less nice. I did, however, sleep again on the way there. When we arrived, the others swam, and Lily and I ate our pies, as we planned what needed to be filmed for our video. We then enforced this on the others, who did not seem too happy about it, but got on with it nonetheless.

    Here, I failed. I was confident that I knew the speed of the outro for “Now That We Don’t Talk” (the video we are filming, from 1989).

    Guess who was wrong? ME!

    Anyway, we didn’t know at the time, and after proposing to Olivia (again, she keeps rejecting me, maybe I should invest in some paper rings) and also trying (but failing) to scare away the mega yacht that had moored right next to us (by yelling “Leon Marchand is not that good!” (they were French)) we left to go and visit a shipwreck.

    Lily drove us there, but she is pretty bad at it. I attempted to reassure her and said, “soon you’ll get better” but this was not the case. In fact, Dad later said “If I had to rate all of my daughters, in driving the boat, from 1-4, you’d be 7” It was quite funny, I would have told him, but I think he knows.

    Anyway, onto the shipwreck!

    I was slightly disappointed by it because it was more of a rusty boat on the shore, but the others went to snorkel near it. I preferred to stay in the boat and take pictures, sadly they are on the camera and I can’t access them right now 😔.

    After that, we moved on to one last stop, I drove us there (with great talent (in fact, I asked dad to rate me 1-4. He said that he would not answer, but my sisters were there at the time and I understood that what he meant was, “of course you are 1st but I don’t want to hurt their feelings.”)).

    I went for one last snorkel and it was amazing, a bunch of fish tried to attack me! They swam at me at a high speed because I was near some food I think. It was pretty cool. Lily also took some videos of me being ethereal (picture Drew Barrymore in Ever After) for the video, and during this time, apparently the whole family got a view of a man on a neighbouring boat, completely naked.

    Apparently, they were all traumatised, but they neglected to mention it to me for about four hours!! I felt left out. I didn’t want to be included, but also I did, you know?

    Anyway.

    We returned the boat, then went to get ice creams and/or drinks. This was where the infamous argument (cf: the beginning of the blog) took place. Luckily, Lawyer Lily stuck up for me. It’s nice to have a friend. She convinced me to channel my inner Lover energy and move on from Reputation vibes. I took her advice into consideration.

    We filmed some of our transitions (remember, follow us @alolliru to find out more) and walked home. Lily and I lead the charge, and had a lengthy discussion about getting drunk, and Elliette’s party (when Eva was there; Quent, if you’re reading this, we did in fact talk about all of the girls you loved before) (this is not strictly true but that is Lily’s favourite so I had to add it in somehow 🤷‍♀️).

    When we got home, I moisturised Lily’s back; the cruel summer sun had burned her quite badly. It’s pretty funny. We edited our video, and this is when we realised that I had messed up our only hope at that shot; but we persevered and sort of managed to fix it (shout out to the pro-est editor, Lily).

    I began to compose my blog, as we began to lose daylight. I searched for the annoyance and anger that had motivated my previous blog, but it was like, “I forgot that you existed” so that was good.

    Later, we were faced with a fearsome creature: a centipede/scorpion (Lily’s words) was in our sink. It was quite freaky. We prayed that it would just leave, but we must have prayed to a false god since it is there to this day. (Disclaimer: we did not, in fact, pray: nary a one of us is religious, I just had to fit this one in somehow).

    Finally, we all ate dinner together outside. I finished writing my blog, and we talked and listened to music in the afterglow of the sunset; and despite having a pretty awesome day, this was honestly my favourite part. It goes to show that sometimes all you need is to hang out with your family, and also that Taylor Swift was right when she said “I want to be defined by the things that I love, not the things that I hate, not the things that I’m afraid- that I’m afraid of, the things that haunt me in the middle of the night, I- I just think that you are what you love”.

    I’m gonna be called a sook by my whole family now.

    Honorary mention today for the Lover album, it is definitely underrated, and is often called “just another pop album” and “lacking in the lyricism that Taylor Swift is known for”. While this may be true, it is also amazing.

    (Also I got all of the songs!!!)

    (Also does this mean I have to be folklore themed tomorrow? Whimsical yet intricate stories?)

    Peace right out.

    Cheeeeese!!
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  • A pretty picture in a mirror on our wonder-filled wander
    The sunset begins, the battle endsJoy, photographed.Allegra admiring the skyMe, admiring the sky.My three favourite sistersA family photo

    Isn’t it just so pretty?

    5 августа 2024 г., Греция ⋅ 🌙 27 °C

    We welcome you with open arms, G.O.A.T.s of Mount Olympus.

    It is perplexing to think that we are nearing the end of this tale, even though complications led to pauses in my composing of this here blog.

    But we have a few more days, and this one shall be written as I attempt to channel my inner folklore. (I said I would and now I have to; I never back down from anything Taylor Swift themed)

    Today, the night was not dotted with constellations of awakening to modify the status of the air conditioning. In true Lover fashion, I laid down my weapons and let Lily leave it on all night. But having gone to sleep excessively late the previous night, I enjoyed the comfort of a warm bed perhaps longer than I should have.

    The wakeup was still as brutal and violent as an elbow to the face. My oldest sibling thought it judicious to awaken me by playing Now That We Don’t Talk incredibly loud, effectively burrowing it’s way into my dreamland before bringing me to consciousness.

    It was with astonishment that I discovered that it was 12 o’clock - half my day gone by like the snap of a finger or the blink of an eye. But I resolved to make the most of it, and got up to see what my family had been occupying themselves with.

    As it turned out, the day had been tedious up ‘til this point.

    But when I awoke, we began filming our music video for the day. It was slightly slow-going, but this allowed us time to perfect our craft.

    Following this, we began to prepare ourselves for the day. Our game plan was the following: have lunch (at three, but all the same), wander through the labyrinth of winding paths that formed the small town of Patitiri (What a wonderful name that is, really).

    This was put into effect, and after a long yet enjoyable walk into town, we arrived at the place of our choosing. The food was highly enjoyable and when we set off for our stroll, we had a spring in our step.

    The town of Patitiri was regrettably empty and lacking in activities to engage in while waiting. But this gave us the opportunity to wander around backstreets and up whimsical staircases, and to bask in the sunlight while faced with a glorious view.

    Even waiting on a low wall by the road can be enjoyable and, purghaps, even poetic when in the right company.

    When the time came, we made our way to the centre which organised our snorkel trip. We were not alone, which only made the trip more enjoyable, because the four of us - in the spirit of folklore, really - created names for the people accompanying us so as to speak of them without them knowing.

    There was Stacy, a boy my age but decidedly fuller of himself, forming friendships with the instructors as if weaving invisible strings.

    There was Trayco, a French boy also around my age, who looked simultaneously like Troye Sivan and Draco Malfoy.

    There was Henry, a french woman on the instructing team, whose real name was Hannah, and she looked like one.

    There was Pomme, a french man on the instructing team, who would speak with Henry in french, unaware of our listening.

    And there was Sheepyboy, an Italian man on the instructing team whose life seemed to be based on the saying “never let them know your next move”.

    Other people were on the boat, but their storyline was not ours to follow and speculate on.

    The boat itself was enjoyable, and the ocean was not overly restless. The snorkelling began enjoyably, and in my case the depth of the water conveyed a feeling of flying. The Green Cave - so was named our first destination - was quite pleasant and the rest of that part of the trip was in the same vein.

    Upon our exit of the ocean - perhaps a little later than I would have liked, since the cold was beginning to make itself known to my senses - the four of us moved to the front of the boat to bask in the sunshine that rained upon us.

    We began to talk of those surrounding us, voicing opinions and thoughts. Pomme accidentally fell on Lily 👀 leading to endless mockery on our part. It was also decided that if [redacted] weren’t [redacted] than he was probably a [redacted]. (Not much I can do; some things need to stay half secrets 🤷‍♀️)

    Water was offered to us; three cups between the four. Olivia was handed a cup, and in one gulp, it was gone. This was quite funny to the other three of us. We then handed her another cup, half jokingly, which she also downed without breaking a sweat. Our laughter grew exponentially, and, in a show of nonchalance, she then asked for more. With growing wonder, I tore the cup from Allegra’s hands and wordlessly handed it over. It was gone in seconds. Our delight at this was translated through our laughing, and our talk began to reach a nonsensical level. I believe Allegra’s exact words were, “drink the ocean next!”

    Anyway.

    With slight annoyance, we discovered that some black marks from where we had sat were imprinted on us, and very hard to remove. But we moved on, since time would not wait.

    Our next snorkelling location was nameless, to my knowledge. I have decided it shall be called “An abundance of urchins” because really there was an almost excessive amount. Not much else can be said, except that I asked Olivia to marry me (I have my heart set on her 😉) and she turned me down. My soured mood was restored when we still swam together and laughed at jokes, screamed at urchins, and looked at things underwater (and not just the fish 😏).

    Upon our return to the boat, we jumped off the side a few times and engaged in polite yet ultimately meaningless conversation with other snorkel-goers. Cries of “Eurosummer!” And “Quoicoubaka!” filled the air momentarily, before we advanced to what was our final destination, to watch the sun take a pause in its battle against the moon and stars.

    A sunset, if you will.

    Upon arrival, we sat and watched the sun go down, and with salt in the air, in my hair and on my skin, I stated that if I never snorkelled again, it would be too soon. Mum and Dad went back into the water whereas we preferred to take pictures and talk about others. But we didn’t stay long, and as we returned to our beloved town of Patitiri, mum made conversation with Trayco and his family in french. We also learned that Sheepyboy had worked in fabrics in Italy, sold his possessions, and walked on foot along some coast or other, before moving to Australia and walking on foot some more, before heading to Greece to work on a boat.

    Our arrival was marked by the sudden rush of movement from the crew and the passengers. We descended from the boat and began our long yet enjoyable walk home, where we sat and had dinner together under the stars, composing blogs and talking about all things, namely how the price was too high for what the snorkelling was, compared to what we had seen in the Gili Islands.

    And isn’t that really a good commentary on life and human nature?

    It should be known that every night we sit out here and eat strange flavoured biscuits (coconut, orange, banana…). This has become known as biscuit time, perhaps unoriginally yet ultimately justifiably. Allegra often goes to get them, returning with hands filled with biscuits, which lead to me proclaiming her the Legrechaun - if you wish for biscuits, just find her.

    All in all, it was a peaceful and pleasant day, really quite perfect for my folklore theme, what with our character creation and the beautiful views.

    Honorary mention today goes to dad, who found thirteen of the nineteen Lover titles hidden throughout yesterday’s blog. Really pretty impressive since he doesn’t really know any of the songs. Well done dad. You really are not men, you are man. (I don’t know why I find this so funny but I do 🤷‍♀️).

    Peace right out.

    Cheeeeese!!
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