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Pictured above is a typical night in our household; Georgia, Meg and Hazel sound asleep while Olive and I stay up late to play. Sometimes she tunes in as I bash zombies in the head with bottles or run from escaped mental patients, other times she dashes through the house, batting at things and chirping with glee.

I guess the two of us are alike in the fact that we’ll never completely grow up.