A/N – Basically what does Mary Poppins do on the every second Tuesday she has off? A sort fic and total drivel most of the time! Anyway please read and review, hope you like it and I don't own any of it!
At 10.00am Mary Poppins shut the front door and walked down the street. Today she was free to do what she wanted, the thing that she did every second Tuesday that she had off. Walking the streets of London she came across some new chalk drawings freshly drawn on the pavement.
She looked around her checking that nobody could see her, because of course being practically perfect in every way she could not be seen jumping into chalk pictures. There was nobody about and so she jumped into the picture. This particular chalk picture was of a beautiful countryside landscape with a river and, in the distance, a little cottage with white walls and a red roof. It was the same picture that she jumped into every second Tuesday but it got more and more beautiful every time she saw it.
She had taken her umbrella with her of course; practically perfect people never get caught in the rain. It talked to her as she walked down beside the little river towards the cottage.
"I thought that you were practically perfect in every way?" it squawked
"You know how it works." Mary sighed as she walked; she knew that her umbrella had never really approved of her 'every second Tuesday outings'. "Today I am practically perfect in every way but one."
"And which way is that?" the umbrella asked, knowing full well which way she had dropped her 'practically perfect' status in for the day.
"Kindly refrain from asking questions that you already know the answers too." Mary told the umbrella for she was still practically perfect in politeness.
They reached the little cottage and Mary knocked on the door.
"Mary Poppins!" a cheery voice said as if he was surprised that she was at their own cottage, where she spent every second Tuesday that she had off.
"Bert," Mary smiled back at him. They walked around the beautiful countryside which Bert had drawn; it seemed to change slightly every time he drew it, meaning it got more and more beautiful every time they were there.
Presently they came to a little café and stopped for lunch, Mary sighed, thinking that she was getting less practically perfect by the minute, but today it didn't matter. Her umbrella had been squawking all morning and she shot him a glance to shut him up, she wanted this day to be perfect. They started to walk around again after lunch,
"Back to the cottage?" Bert asked, grinning.
"And I though that you were a gentleman." Mary smiled,
"Well, if Mary Popppins can have a day off from being practically perfect in every way then 'I can have a day off from being a gentleman."
"Practically perfect in every way!" squawked the umbrella sarcastically. Bert lent over and closed the bird's mouth.
"Practically perfect in every way but one." Mary said sternly to it, "It's my day off."
With that Mary and Bert walked through the red from door and into the cottage, leaving the umbrella on the floor they descended into the bedroom where they shared every second Tuesday afternoon. You see even practically perfect people sometimes permit sentiment to muddle their thinking, well only on their days off!