I’m enjoying sharing on social media but in all honestly it’s nice disconnecting from everyone else. Definitely enjoy the trip more because of it.

Speaking to dad this morning and he has informed me it’s June Day and C and I will need to stop at 10.20 to sing the Merry Month of June. Bleeding blue.

Again, up an hour early. Will allow myself this time to connect to the world.

Alarm sound is horrible. Mildred apologies. It’s not her fault.

Mildred thinks Paris is the city of lights. C and I both think it’s love. Could google but it’s fun to discuss/ argue.

Plumbing’s quiet noisy or at least we think that’s what it is.

My eyes are Soooo puffy.

Delaying leaving the hostel as much as possible- check out 11am and our trains not till 8pm. It’s so hot and want to make use of the resources we have right now.

Glad we booked a train out of Paris- it’s more expensive and seems quite tricky. Mildred and I did muck it up. Doesn’t take 13 hours to get form Paris to Marseille- obviously. Even so,The interailing website doesn’t make it that clear. It’s a 13 hour trip in total to Ventimiligagaga (Ventimiglia) in Italy but that includes a 5 hour wait in Marseille. We shall be camping near the station in Marseille tonight.

C showered – yay!

Skins clearing up.

All feeling very dehydrated after yesterday being so hot.

I think I may have drowned my internal organs the amount I’ve had this morning. Water baby.

A bug was crawling along the bra I left on the floor. What an adventure for him.

I’m quite open and free about getting changed in front of people turns out.

Linen clothing is the way to go

I am so clumsy. No wonder I get bruises a lot.

Wearing your hair in a plait is nice. You get nice waves the next day if you keep it to. Update: don’t brush them if you have puffy hair. Now not so nice. I knew this. Why did I brush ugh.

I need to stop asking ‘what’s funny’ every time someone laughs while on their phone- it’s nosy and annoying. Will probably still do it though.

So I get C to do my hair in a low plait. She is pulling my hair aggressively tight- if this is her outlet for her annoyance with me I’m okay with that. Will see if she asks to plait my hair tomorrow.

We’ve all picked really similar outfits – “we are snapping today” Millie leather.

Right I need to pack.

You don’t need to wear the interrail band they send you in the pack- unless you wanna feel like you’re at a festival.

Put my headband on as it’s making me feel I can get my shit together. Did I put on deodorant?

Buy clothes that fit you. Dress for your size not the size you want. It’s so much more comfortable.

Get a period app if your forgetful like me and don’t know when your last period was. It’s not a nice anxiety to have thinking you are constantly going to ruin your clothes.

Reorganise your train bags as you go along. I don’t need floss in my toilet train bag and quite frankly if would be weird if I did just start flossing. Nor is make up an essential.

Deciding whether to take or leave your passport/interail ticket during the day is a tricky one.

Your bag is never packed as well as when you left home.

Put clothes you want to travel with at the top of your big bag so you can easily get them.

The things you do ‘just in case’ like leave dirty socks in your trainers are helpful and when can’t be arsed to dig through your bag to find clean ones.

It’s raining. Shit. Just finished packing my bag. Rain jacket is obviously at the bottom.

It’s not raining. Mildred saw a drip.

Oh wait. No it is. Rocking the rain jackets on the way to get our pastries.

The pastry shop is closed. Supermarket it is. Not meant to be.

The supermarket has pan au raisins !!!!! Pack of 2,€2.05. Breakfast and lunch – sorted.

Paid with €50. Feel bad. Needed to be broken though.

We sing a lot.

I need to stop peeing with the door open- feeling too comfortable

The coolest check out ever. “Just give me the key and that’s you. Come back and get your bags whenever. 10/10 recommend this hostel.

Mildred downloads train app. She’s tech savvy.

I leave things more last minute things than them.They are sensible and thankful for that.

Love island starts tonight- surprisingly I don’t care but I probably will binge when home.

Carrefour pan au raisins – 10/10

Been fixed in our mindset about going to ventimillia- posed the question we don’t have to do that. Could go join I and her pal. Glad I didn’t book the hostel. Being free is so nice.

We are going to see I and her friends- yay!

Don’t book if you don’t have to, that’s the lesson here.

C asked the hostel guy where the toilet was in french and I’m so proud.

The student has become the master.

Mildred wants pizza in Italy and that’s a big mood.

Sitting is nice. Been very go go go. Ha ha it’s day 2.

C is shocked eastenders and coronation is still a thing. My mum would be shocked.

Podcasts are class- I love dolly alderton with all my heart. Even drunk instagrammed messages her once to tell her and I CRINGE.

La spezia is our next stop.

Think about how close it is to train station. Check prices. Hostel and air b&b. we have gone air b&b, it’s actually cheaper and we can cook our own meals.

I made my air b&b picture a pic of me and Mildred to look cultured and hope the women likes us.

Air b&b is super easy if you get the app.

Booked it myself. Proud. Never done air b&b before.

Quite stressful Ngl but working on it.

Exchange rate and transferring sometimes a bit tricky – monzo.

Mildred almost transfered me €5,000. I’m okay with that.

I LOVE MONZO.

We are not sure if we are using up our travel days for this trip. Shall confirm.

Mildred likes pockets.

Not sure I like the sacre couer area. Bit too touristy and smells of pee.

Like the amount of steps though – endorphins and excersise.

Not sure if it’s also because it’s raining.

You’d get good views on a sunny day.

Should have brought a waterproof backpack.

Will bring umbrella tomorrrow. Actually no that’s such a faff to carry.

C’s really arty and takes good photos. Apparently the hack is get more of the sky line in.

We keep calling the sacre coure, St. Paul’s. Don’t know why. That’s in London.

It’s annoying that C and Mildred still look stylish in their rain jackets. I look like a dad.

We compare things to Gavin uand Stacey

Wirey sausage dogs exist in Paris – I can live here.

Lit a candle in the Sacre Coeur for my grandma. I’m not religious but it felt right and she was. She loved to travel, so that’s a nice way she still can. Anyone can do it, just have to put a donation.

C and Mildred get told to shh. I feel peaceful and grateful.

Faith is really important to some people and it’s nice to see. You can see it in their eyes.

Mildred coughs. C whispers for her to shut up.

Mildred thinks she’s seen Andrew Scott from fleabag.

Mildred said go to the dome. I said can’t be arsed. Then realised it’s a view from the top of the sacre couer- we go. Awk we have to pay. So we don’t.

“Yo kids- I’ll draw you.” I don’t think so. We are women. Also money.

C fell over. Couldn’t help but laugh. Why is it so funny. She’s okay.

Saw really pretty shop writing. Mildred and I clicked its identical to Catherine’s. The sacre couer is nicer when you walk he backstreets.

quite a lot of shops shut. This seems a common theme. Do they have a 3 day weekend?

Stop at every estate agent. Only a million for 3 bedrooms. Easy.

So many nice little jewellery shops. Mildred likes little simple necklaces. We don’t believe in horoscopes. C has bought one (a necklace that is) I like how much time she takes to decide what she wants.

Saw the church I sang in with chamber choir years ago. Glad we came to Paris.

Talk about if the choir sang Finland it would be so tuneful. Definitely prefer hockey tour.

Realise I can survive without coffee but we are in a french cafe having one now and it’s lush.

Tea is more expensive than coffee at this cafe.

Speak french as much you can. I’m using franglais but it’s fun.

Use the toilets in cafes even if you’re not sure you need. They are few and far, you’ll thank me.

C is having the strongest coffee she’s ever had. I want to ask for some more milk for her coffee in French. I do it.

Mildred knows edinburgh schools better than us. I forget she’s not from edinburgh.

C almost fell off her chair at the cafe. Then Mildred almost did. Again I’m finding this very funny.

Going to walk to the moulin rouge. Woop woop more walking.

I put my phone on airplane when walking about. So I can soak up the atmosphere.

Rains quite annoying.

Be quiet and considerate when someone in the group is trying to book a hostel/air b&b- it’s stressful when you’ve never done it before. Yup I was stressed.

C really wishes she brought a jumper- I’ve lost count how many times she’s said it.

Mildred thought brioche was cheese. We realise she’s thinking of Brie. C really wants brioche. We are trapsing the aisles. She doesn’t actually know what she wants turns out.

Tarama- the wierd pink stuff my french exchange always used to put on my sandwiches. After all these years I finally know what I was eating.

C chooses tuc tuc biscuits, bit bland but she’s happy.

Still going to ask her for some.

Also realisation I look like dame Edna with my sunglasses. Not so cute anymore.

C’s style outlook is so good- she makes me think about what clothes I want to buy. Timeless and classic. Important who makes them. She got her supergas from a charity shop for £10. She’s one of those annoying people who can find beautiful bargains.

She just took a photo. So I did. I’m obsessed.

Surprisingly C was just super dramatic. She just dropped her bag and it may have well been her baby.

Just saw the coolest old fashion orange car. It’s giving tours around Paris. Maybe we could do that with LuLu and Edinburgh dad.

We watch a man and his dog at sacre coeur. C says it’s the equivalent of taking Archie to edinburgh castle. I lol’d.

Saw earrings in the window which were styled as antidepressants. If only I saw those earlier! My teenage years would have been a breeze !

It’s not just me that is obsessed with C. So are birds. She’s been attacked by like 15 pigeons today.

We say sorry to each other far too much.

I love how open we all are. C’s telling so many interesting stories about India and Millie about living in Milaysisa. You can really feel the difference between the tourist and local areas.

Mildred is obsessed with ham. She’s going to love antipasti in Italy.

I think I could go veggie bar tuna. And chicken and salmon. I couldn’t go veggie.

You have to get a weight sticker for the fruit. C’s apple was 0.71€ and mine was €0.88. Damn. Why is she so good EVERYTHING.

There is quite a lot of charging points for electric cars which I like.

Bonjour, oh la la, it’s time for another post. Currently on the top bunk- my thoughts about this later revealed. C’s watching Katie Price videos. And we have had a full day of exploring Paris. About to shower which I am unbelievably excited about- it’s hot. Might be too hot. We shall be heading out to see the Eiffel tour, in all its glory at night.

It’s funny as always send this to Mildred and C first just so they can check etc, see how much I’m ripping into them and if I’ve taken it too far.

I’m enjoying watching their reactions. There laughing at my retelling makes me happy.

Also funny, C’s getting annoyed at Mildred for making verbal reactions. C thinks she sounds like a Gremlin on this. Just to tell you all, C is one of the coolest chicks with the kindest hearts- just still a bit smelly and that’s ok.

I laugh and remind them they were physically there and present at the event so they don’t really need to stress.

When I wake up, I’m most consumed with my thoughts. Finding this a really helpful outlet.

It’s 8am, June 2nd, right now and we agreed to wake at 9am. I always wake up early but, only an hour before everyone is actually pretty good for me.

Do semi wish my thoughts would shut up but for the first time I’m actually believing them, which feels sooo good and a key hack to happiness in my eyes.

Thoughts so far:

I shouldn’t have chosen the top bunk.

1. every time I move it causes a mini earth quake in the room and I’m a wriggler. Sacrificing my comfort for Mildred’s sleep- think that’s a wise move. Not actually ever seen what’s she’s like in the morning.

2. I wake up the earliest so physically have to move e.g to pee or get my phone to type this.

3. I also have the worlds weakest bladder and need to pee when I get excited which is happening all the time right now.

4. Honestly why did I pick the top bunk.

5. The loud Americans next door are supplying entertainment but please shh a little.

Want to wake the others up as noted earlier, I’m impatient. Resisting the temptation.

Right now I actually feel this is a good time to type to do a good bit of writing as means I can be in the moment during the day.

Oh also side note, I’ve realised that I’m a really defensive person both in the way that 1) I can’t take compliment and 2) I see people’s criticism as a bad thing. But that’s just my own insecurities and I can honestly say I’m 100% getting better with them. So please folks, criticise and compliment away (preferably compliment) .

Also to all who have sent me a message saying they liked my blog so far that makes me so unbelievably happy ah, thank you for reading.

Oh also when traveling in a small group, don’t stress about money and people paying you back e.g at meal times- it will distract from the trip and chances are you’ve picked class people to go away with who Will obviously pay you back. They care as much as you.

Also snap-streaks shouldn’t be a thing while traveling. Reply when you can (sorry friends)

I do love seeing people faces who I miss though.

Literally just read back my blog posts from yesterday and realise I talk about my toe a lot. Hope you like feet ! I swear it’s not the only thing I talk about. Honestly, I was about to write about it again so I’m glad I read back and realised.

Also-bum bag over shoulder IS the way forward. See photo attached (if I remember).

Listen to people- you don’t always know what’s best and it’s annoying but true.

Realised I always try and go to sleep when I know the alarm is about to go off? Why?

Oh and quick tip. When your hostel door uses a key card to be opened, it’s not going to stay locked when you push the handle down. People can’t get in from the outside if they don’t have a key. That took us longer to figure out than it should.

Suncream before you leave the hostel- u can wash hands and feel clean. Also saws the faff on the street

Non underwire bras are the way to go.

I’ve told Mildred she can only borrow my suncream if she says thank you in the language of the country we are in. What’s mine is yours but you got to work for it.

Learning it’s okay to be silent in the morning- no matter how much I want to speak to fill the silence.

Blasting the tunes instead

Freckles by Natasha Benningfield has come one – my current anthem. C says she hates it. I don’t care.

Establish if you use the world ‘mole’ instead of freckles in the song it doesn’t sound as good.

Remember to put suncream on your eyelids and top of ears.

We all love the smell of suncream.

Don’t buy water, ask restaurants to fill it up. Fine in London – yet to try Paris. Guess it would be the same. Update: I’ve tried, it’s good. It’s a totally lie that you can drink foreign water.

The headband your going to see in all these pics is both a fashion choice and a way of hiding the grease.

C SAID THIS IS TRUE – Mildred is Rubbing off on her.

I like back packs to carry just about. C likes tote bag.

Mildred’s just told me you can email your notes and it’s saved me life. Don’t want to forget these memories. I am living in the moment too, don’t worry folks.

Have a good chat in the morning about how much we are going to spend. Aiming for €30 a day. Transferring from our main accounts to our, name dropping again, monzo account as we go. Trying to reduce spending.

Bring spare underwear. Just girly things.

Got up, out and sorted our shit in an hour- go us.

It’s now 10am and we are off to explore Paris.

C’s good at thinking about getting us to where we need to be. I realise I don’t think about that, just kind of wander.

Paris. Bakery. Pan au Raisin. Spoke French. I wanna learn french fluently. Warm.

Attempted to get a picture of my holding the Louvre- C and Mildred mortified. I don’t care.

Mildred and C are both so slim their thighs don’t chafe. I don’t think they even knew what they world meant- lucky girls.

C’s keeping us hydrated. Is it so hot

Google maps is a godsend.

So glad C and Mildred like walking everywhere. Public transport stressed me out and makes me feel claustrophobic. Also walking is the best way to see the city.

Breeze is appreciated walking by the river

Scooters everywhere. Equivalent of Boris bikes in London?

We are constantly Glowing (with sweat)

Share map navigating to save battery and let others explore more.

Passed the padlock bridge, it’s been replaced with glass and people write their love notes on it. Still sweet but not as nice. We thought it would be better for the bridge though. Walked passed a tour guide who confirmed this. Free knowledge.

Saw a lady on a buggy and brolley. Mildred and I both agreed it would be quite nice

My left and rights are not strong when navigating. Trying my best.

Fake Birkenstock’s are an issue- lesson learnt that sometimes it’s worth spending the money.

Slow walkers annoy me. How dare they stare and enjoy the scenery !

“Oh that breeze” catchphrase of the day

Wanted to see how the notre dame was doing- hard to get close. Also tired.

Heading to the shopping centre for shade. Heck no, Googled it. Too long a walk to do in this heat. Going to take some shelter in the shade by the river and reboot ourselves.

Tourist tour boat came along and totally ruined our zen moment.

The ducks here go right to the bottom of the water. I’m shook. Like one literally just appeared out of no where from the deep depths of the river.

Did play a good game of sweet and sour though. It was character building until finally someone waved at me and blew a kiss. Humanity restored.

Romance in Paris- duck found a friend and now they are having sex. That’s enough action for us.

Deep chats about prison reforms, punishment in general down by the river were interrupted by Millie getting shat on by a Bird. Very funny. And good luck.

Despite not wanting to spend money. The oasis was calling and it tasted SO good

Jimmy fairly- nice sunglasses.

Gallery la fayet

Catherine wants early grey and cucumber perfume.

Really pretty dome roof in the gallery la fayet. Wanted to get a picture but there was queue- we saw it and took a picture in our mind instead. (And just from a different angle).

Wanted to go see the rooftop views but it was closed. Sad but we go on.

C wanted to see the bookstore. It’s on the 6th Floor and I took the lift which is the definition of true friendships as I hate lifts. And yes I could have taken the stairs but it’s like 30 degrees out there folks, so I’m a bit hot and bothered.

Justice is restored. We found the stationary floor and I love stationary.

French women asked us for directions- must be giving off an illusion of confidence.

Turns out there is more than one

Galleries la fayette – we can see the view! Oh no, it’s not we can’t it’s the same place, just a confusing building. Don’t be fooled

Fancied a baguette for lunch but all the fresh bed was gone at the supermarket

This is hard if you don’t speak french well. Thank god for human interaction and facial expression.

Also, we just didn’t look. As if France could run out of Baguettes.

Learning to wait to eat. Want a nice view. Feel it could get tiring if we do this. Thankful my pals have more patience than me. Guess what- their right, it was worth the wait.

Found a nice grassy patch in the shade to eat out lunch.

Don’t buy water bring water and just ask cafes to fill it up.

Pick your park spots carefully. Wind + soil = occasional sprinkling of dust

How to explain to the earth that is more functional as vegetable patch than a flower garden- kamila shamshie. Good quote from C’s book as we read in the park .

Dresses are class to travel in yet bare in mind you do flash your knickers a lot, without realising. Sorry. Also be prepared for you legs to pick up any pattern of your seat of choice.

All in all, current thought I’d that its so nice being able to feel after not for so long.

C said she needs a pee and now I need one. We are in sync.

Yet we both cannot be bothered to find a toilet- logic.

It’s not nice but we found one. Thank god I play hockey and have strong legs to hold a squat for so long- I do not want my skin touching this seat. I have stage fright so C has to tell me a story. She picks ones about the toilets in india. Check how cultured we are.

Bring hand sanitizer. I did but I obviously forgot it and need it now.

It’s nice when someone just makes a plan. Like when to leave a place. Most people are happy with it and if someone doesn’t want to, they will say (usually).

C’s learning french. The way to make her remember your welcome, de rein, is by saying the name DERRY-ANN.

We went on a hunt to find a supermarket for our dinner. 3 later and despite our optimism all closed. It is is Sunday to be fair. We are keen to have dinner by the river- drink in hand.

Also keen to save on our meals and spend our money on drinks outside in a busy square or the like.

1/6/19- in Paris

Day 1 continued. I cannot stress enough how much this is just my word vomit.

Been noting down anything funny/ I want to share and then now currently in the hostel, chilling, reflecting over the good times. We are all in our Pyjamas. C’s writing her physical diary and to be honest not sure about mildred, she’s doing her own thing on her phone.

Here’s what I wrote from arriving in Paris:

The chiming of the Eurostar to say we have arrived is a lot nicer than jet 2 and being greeted by Jess Glynn.

I’ve made up so many situations in my head that haven’t even happened. That’s a lot of wasted energy and doesn’t let you appreciate them fully when you are experiencing them.

These posts will probably get more philosophical the more i go on and get more confident.

Hardest thing I did today was try open blister plasters- as Mildred said that’s a good thing if that’s the case. (Got an infected toe after tour just FYI, got antibiotics- all will be grand)

Just because your in France doesn’t mean there is snails and baguettes everywhere- it’s a normal city. Macodnalds, Burger King were the first sights.

Walk with confidence across the zebra crossings (look first obvs) – both you and the driver are as clueless as each other.

Except when it’s actually a red light- that’s universal turns out.

Also not sure where you ‘press the button’- not even sure if it’s a thing?

C talks about food a lot.

Mildred just wants shade. There is a reason all she always wears skirts, even in Glasgow.

Foreign affect- everyone looks so cool.

Wonder if we look like that in Glasgow.

Paris is VERY hot right now.

We have the loveliest hostel – le regent momatre

So pleasantly surprised

Feels clean and safe- literally all I care about.

We have our own shower and private room even though we booked for a group one- a nice way to easy us in.

Prague. Berlin. We wanna share with people.

oh also

We have our own shower and toilet – WITH TOWELS and shampoo and conditioner. Can save the travel towel for later.

The beds are also made up- bliss.

Moods are currently very high.

Can only think about what I want to wear when clean but I’m SO excited to be in a floaty dress and feel free.

I got top bunk and Mildred is bottom- i have an irrational fear the top with fall on the bottom.

Wearing flip flops and airing your feet- an underrated feeling.

C is the smelliest.

Divving up all the toiletries has been a god send.

My skin is annoying me

No concept of time it’s class

Can’t wait to get a tan

Mildred sounds really Geordie when she says back pack- sounds like she’s talking inwards.

We head for dinner after wandering for as long as possible before we collapse and take in the beaut sights. We decide to go to the first place we saw- classic.

Deep chats with Mildred and C, very wholesome and didn’t realise my respect and love for these girls could grow even more.

Quote from C – “Paris is nice when you actually see it’. She doesn’t wear her glasses a worrying amount of the time.

Often like to rate a place on its bathrooms- so they are a lot more liberal with men and women bathrooms here which is class and needs to be encouraged, but still need to get used to it from our more closed UK culture. Didn’t expect to walk into seeing a man using the urinal. New experiences.

Football gave the restaurant good a atmosphere.

Monzo is class, instant exchange rate and shows what you are spending. Have you got monzo? Good and bad, when you are on the student budget and trying to balance the whole ‘live life to the full’ with a bank account that doesn’t match up.

C doesn’t believe she’s beautiful and it’s really really annoying.

C is about to punch Mildred if she says ‘this is true’ one more time. Also just told her to ‘get to Spain’- it’s all fun and games and the spirits are high.

Tbf It’s fast becoming her quote of the holiday. I’m immune, doesn’t bother me and quite a lol watching C tell Mildred off.

C literally cannot see. I know I said before but wow. I’m not actually sure she knows she is inter-ailing with us.

€740 000 for an apartment in Paris, Mildred and I are keen to invest as an attempt to feel like we are Jodie comber from Killing Eve.

Liverpool won the champions league. Actually quite a few people out at the restaurant/bar we were at watching- good atmosphere.

Headed back to the room, an earlyish night for us after a long day of travelling. All decided we are not mentally ready to share a room yet with other humans- baby steps. Big talk of wanting a big room but it’s nice to settle first.

It’s lovely having no concept of time.

C is actually quite disgusting. She needs reminded of basic hygiene.

I have a lot of spots exploding but hoping some sun by the Seine is gonna clear the bad boys up.

It’s so fun seeing how other people live their lives- going to know each other so well by the end, maybe too well.

I realise I swear a lot for no reason.

Apparently charging your phone over night is bad for the battery. Life’s too short.

Bonne Nuit mes Amis.

First post. Here we go. Currently on the Eurostar to Paris with C by my side. Mildred was late to the party (better late than never) and is chilling in coach F on her own- sounds quite nice to be honest.

Literally just going to just type this as my thoughts come, which are fast and random. Been making a few notes along the way, some more interesting than others but it’s our story none the less.

First train. Edinburgh to London.

So I’ve decided trains are definitely my favourite mode of transport. No intimidating security, so relaxing and I have the time to annoy you all and write this.

Trains having charger sockets are a god send.

Bit annoying having to take my antibiotics, 4 times a day, because of an infected toe but we go on.

I have the lightest bag out of the group – did you hear that mum?! This is the first time ever. I’ve either nailed it or left everything important at home. According to Millie it’s ‘definitely the snack bars’ that’s weighing her down.

Sorry friends, feel super cocky typing this and don’t know who I think I am, but living in the moment so this blog is probably the best place to find me and what I’m up to as can’t guarantee I’ll reply to yo lovely messages.

Mildred hopped on the train from her hometown Newcastle. The trio are reunited.

Classic I’ve be so buzzing all train journey I can’t sleep but 10 mins till we have to get off I’m exhausted. Still buzzing though.

We have arrived in London.

Walked the length of London to find a bin. Next time it’s C or Mildreds turn.

Never heard so many car horns in my life- London’s too loud but fun.

Got to find ANOTHER bin. Surely there is an app for this – Catherine going to make one. We are copyrighting this idea FYI.

Also learnt that Scottish tap water is something to be savoured.

Don’t know how to use a disposable camera, almost ripped the whole packaging off if it wasn’t for C and Mildred telling me I’m an idiot. First picture is definitely my thumb over the lense.

Nailed the timing- only 2 mins to wait till we can check in for the Eurostar to Paris. Interrailing is our calling.

Just glad Mildred got on the Eurostar to be honest, she had booked for the month earlier. Second times a charm.

Mildred has reminded me that tying your hair up, is the equivalent of getting your shit together.

Side note and warning it’s political. Why on earth is Brexit happening. How sad is the idea others may not be able to travel so easily to and from Europe. We’ve literally skipped a massive queue in passport control, just because we are EU citizens.

C and Mildred love wearing their bum bags not around their bums but over the shoulder-apparently more comfy. Yet to try, shall feedback.

So, after walking a while, bags are heavier than we thought, turns out the strap that ties around you waist is a life saver.

When picking somewhere to sit while waiting at station, honestly just pick somewhere and commit. You’re going to be in the way where ever you sit if it’s busy, deal with it.

C poses a good question- how do you get oxygen under water in the Eurostar. Please let us know the answer if you have it.

Heads up, definitely by food before coming on the train. It was €5 for a chocolate bar in the WHS through passport control so suddenly we were not hungry.

C enjoyed being called mademoiselle by the passport security guy.

I think french accents are very sexy.

C and Mildred are more polite than me, I have learnt I am quite impatient and it’s only day 1 – heck.

The Eurostar is a really civilised train- cool and classy like the 3 of us.

Also just dropped my retainer down the train seat and had a mini heart attack confirming it’s one of the most important items in my life. Don’t worry it has been recovered.

Also I’m actually loving this. Here’s hoping I can keep up my stamina of posts for the next 27 days. On that note, about to head through the tunnel and for C’s sake let’s hope we can breathe.

P.P.S I don’t know how to get rid of the cheesy photo at the bottom (if it’s even still there), it was nothing to do with me.

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton