Hope you're still feeling a bit romantic, enjoy! x

Less then a week later and there was nothing left of the snow but puddle. However despite the chill on the wind, there was defiantly something in the air on that special Wednesday. A something, perhaps, you might have called, "love";

Well it was the 14th of February…

"Happy Valentines George!" Winifred trilled almost sang making a fabulous entrance to the dining room and giving her husband a kiss on the cheek.

"Good morning Winifred-" came the reply from behind a newspaper as his wife took her seat, beaming expectantly.

"Good morning Mother, Good morning father!" Jane and Michel chirped skipping in to the dining room.

"We finished our breakfast so Mary Poppins said we could come and give you these before father went to work!" Michael grinned and each child presented a parent with a little bunch of snow drops.

"Did she now?"

"Yes Daddy. Ms Lark gave us them yesterday so as to give them for you for Valentines Day!"

"How lovely. Ellen, put these in some water would you?" Mrs banks smiled, Gathering up the bunches for the maid then gathering her two little loved ones for a kiss and a cuddle. "thank you my little angels, that's so sweet of you- Oh Jane where's your lovely hair slide?"

"I couldn't find it," Jane shrugged fiddling with the ribbon the nanny had brushed her hair into instead. "I had it yesterday and we looked all over the nursery for it."

"Oh well I'm sure Mary Poppins will have told you to be more careful with your things." Jane nodded. "it looks still very pretty." her mother smiled then addressed the nanny coming down the stairs. "I was just saying Mary Poppins,-"

"POST!"

There was a mad dash for the ornaments from the house hold before Mr Banks put down his paper and noticed the time.

"Ellen, what the devil are you going on about?" he snapped. "Its only quarter too the hour!"

"No sir I meant Post, the mail." Ellen gulped and realised she'd made a fool of her self. "It's arrived"

"Oh, well about time. Fetch them over then, no need to make such a fuss."

"I'll get them!" both children cried and ran into the hall, nearly toppling the vases they'd been bracing . Michael reached the door first and took a little while longer arranging the cards then necessary before handing over the five cards to the maid, then returned to the childrens seat on the stairs while Winifred eagerly hovered by her shoulder.

"There's a fair few here, Ma'am. lets see. One fa' Miss Jane" Ellen smiled, holding the card up to her. The young girl squealed and instantly ripped open the envelope before reading aloud

"Roses are red, violets are blue. Cupid is soppy and you smell of - Oh Michael that was mean!"

"It's not from me!" her brother laughed, "it's ruddy good though!"

"Michael, language." his nanny scolded "I shalln't let you visit Admiral Boom again if you insist on swearing like a sailor." she took the card from the upset Jane and studied it. "Your brothers right Jane, it isn't from him. His hand writing's very different, certainly not as neat. We'll sort this out later."

"Only one with a postage stamp, fa' Missus Brill-" The maid continued.

"It'll be off our Catherine and the family," the cook chucked pushing past them with a breakfast tray in hand. "Just leave it on kitchen table dear, I read it when the dishes are done."

"One for me." the maid blushed. "And even one, wait, TWO for Mary Poppins." The nanny blinked in surprise and the children exchanged daggered looks.

"I don't suppose-" Winifred who'd been waiting patiently spoke up tentivly. "There's anything else is there, Ellen?"

The maid bit her lip and shook her head. Even the perfect nanny felt a little knot of guilt.

"No Ma'am…"

"Oh."

Winifred tried her best not to look upset while her husband grumbled. "Poppycock. Who needs cards. Waste of stamps if you ask me" he huffed as he reached under the table and pulled out a bouquet of white, pink and red roses, and handed them to his delighted spouse.

"No substance what so ever in cards. However Ellen, I'm sure Mary Poppins would appreciate at it if you gave hers so Winifred and I can get on with our breakfast. It might be the most romantic day of the year but the bank must open on time as normal."

The staff had all been waiting with baited breath for the pair's response and suddenly relaxed, happy that disaster had been avoided. Michael and Jane however exchanged more angry looks as maid handed over the cards before dashing off to the kitchen to read her own.

"I thought we agreed I would send her on and you'd send the other." Michael hissed, as he watched the nanny blush a pretty pink with an envelope in each hand study one then the other before putting them both in her apron pocket. "I spent ages on that card-!"

"We did," Jane murmured "maybe it's from someone else."

"But uncle Albert said-"

"Uncle Albert said, what?" Their nanny asked a coy smile on her lips now studying one child then the other though the banister railings.

"Nothing Mary Poppins." They smiled innocently and followed her back upstairs to the nursery, the little envelopes poking out the top of her pocket...