I've decided that perhaps criticising Ruby for her endless stupidity, greed and lies isn't the kindest approach, and so I've chosen to try to be a bit more understanding of her strange customs. To that end, today I got dressed in the dustiest, most wrinkled and mismatched outfit I could find that wasn't weather-appropriate and zipped out to buy a book based on Ruby's latest TikTok recommendation.
The first hurdle was finding a book shop. I could find plenty of independent book shops, but since I'd committed to being more like Ruby in an effort to walk a mile in her shoes, this simply would not do. There were no Waterstones around, and naturally I couldn't be seen anywhere else, so I had to travel 25 miles to the nearest retail outlet owned by James Daunt.
With the first hurdle overcome, it was time to get my hands on the book. Today's TikTok recommendation is "We Were Wolves". They didn't have that, but Ruby mentions that it reminded her of "Amunsta Quorls". They didn't have that, either, and the tired and beleaguered shopkeep was adamant that such a book has never existed. After 45 minutes of trying to convince him that he must be wrong, because Ruby said it clearly in her video (which I showed him several times), the lone retail employee sighed loudly, took off his name badge, tossed it on the counter, stormed out the door and never came back. I assume he went on a 2.5 hour (and counting) lunch break. James Daunt is truly a king among men to allow his employees such liberal breaks.
With no sign of the book and no employees around to help, instead I just grabbed the closest books I could find: A non-fiction book on Munster cheese and several pop-up books with a maximum reading age of 4.
The shop counter had a charity collection jar, so with nobody around, I asked myself, "What would Ruby do?" Naturally, I took this money to reinvest it elsewhere. Since "Amunsta Quorls" sounds like a new snack product for kids, I just reinvested the charity money in some Monster Munch, a pack of Quavers and a Kinder Surprise from the nearest Waitrose. I read the Monster Munch packet on the way home and it was acksquisite - so ethereal and with such AXE-allant varbiage. I would rackomand it to ANYONE. I haven't read the Quavers packet yet, but I'm very excited for it as the yellow and oranges colours gives VARRY autominal vibes.
In conclusion, living life without regard for morality, decorum or responsibility is quite a freeing experience, but I'm not sure I can cope with the itchiness of wearing dust-covered clothes plucked straight from the attic for more than a day.