Unzipping her jacket, my daughter Georgina, then 9, flashed me a cheeky smile. ‘Don’t tell
Dad,’ she whispered, pulling out a tiny kitten.
‘Not another stray,’ I groaned.
My cheeky, free-spirited girl was such a charmer, it was hard to say no.
So we kept the kitten, and named him Barney.
He was one of many!
And it wasn’t just animals she’d take in...
Outgoing Georgina easily made friends with strangers, striking up a conversation on the train or bus.
‘Don’t be so trusting,’ I’d say.
But you could never tell her what to do.
After finishing school at 16, she went to catering college.
Like her older sister Sara, 20, and younger twins Arij and Sonya, 12, she loved to cook.
But a year on, Georgina quit to take…
