When we were kids we had the best babysitter in the world and she lived with us. Her name was Christine and she was 18, and had a British accent. She was from Penrith. When my parents weren't home, she let us have whipped cream fights indoors! She let me scream my head off (long yells) when I was angry. Something I'm still fond of doing on occasion as stress relief. She even phoned Mary Poppins and spoke to her a few times on our behalf.
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