Fishing in the bath.
Playing on the space hopper
Tucked up in mummy's bed with a book.
And some without photos, diving headfirst into the cereal box, standing in Mischief's shoes with an invite to go to Birmingham Christmas Markets with mummy and daddy, tucked up in bed with dolly, buried in the teddy basket. Some days she's had coins, some days hair clips, most days just the verse. Each day Mischief's been eager to go find her.



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