So that’s it. Who I was once. Such a fierce, funny little thing; Kick by name and by nature. And there we all were, celebrating the most amazing, surprising Christmas we’d ever had – with a father who came back. And it was a Christmas that up until the last minute Ralph, Albertina, Phineas and I never thought we’d get.

And do you know what?

The tradition of the candles, in the windows of Campden Hill Square, continues to this very day. And if you walk around that beautiful part of London on the night before Christmas, looking up at all the tall houses with their candles lit, I can tell you that one of them still holds the remnants of the Kensington Reptilarium – but you’ll never find out which.

Because the neighbours won’t tell you.

It’s their secret, all right?

Ssssssssh.