You know you live with the right kind of hippies when, after being woken up by their 4:30 am moonshine-fueled monkey screams, you storm out of your room and get only as far as «can we PLEASE» before one of them (in this case, a Welsh boy named Dafydd) wraps you up in a bear hug and apologizes, talks about how it could be worse, makes you laugh. And
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