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Bert chuckled as pastel butterfly landed on Mary Poppins' temple. The nanny brushed it away, only for it to leave a light dusting of purple chalk over her face and gloves. Not that it mattered to Bert. The pair where in lying in the long grass and so to him, the green stains now covering the both of them only went well with another splash of colour.

(A/n) I should probably point out now that the reason they were covered in grass stains should not be left to the reader's imagination, just in case it should ruin anyone's practically perfect reputation.) In fact our favourite duo had been having a picnic in of one of Bert's chalk-paintings but with it being such a dry day, the picture was incredibly dusty for this time of year, one would only need to brush against a highly detailed object or skip down a beautifully shaded road to be covered in the artist's favourite material.

Only when the conversation had died down and the last cream cake had been polished off, did the pair of the pair them relax. Bert had yawned and stretched out on the grass, hand's behind his head while Mary Poppins laid herself down elegantly beside him.

Bert had to laugh as the butterfly continued to flap around the nanny, as though determined to wake Mary Poppins from her well deserve red snooze. The purple insect landed again on nannies face this time the young woman's cheek. The nannies eyelids fluttered, her lashes brushing against the creature's spread wings.

"Do y'know what time it is?" Bert yawned, pretending no to notice the bright smear of violet across her cheeks that the butterfly had left again. The nanny (now wide-awake) sat up, and reached for her lapel-watch then frowned, remembering her dress would no longer have lapels nor retained the watch from her usual skirted-suit.

"no, I don't..." she grumbled, taking her compact from hand bag that Bert was certain she hadn't had a moment ago, and began to fix her useably perfect appearance. For a while the only sounds were crickets and twittering of birds, before Bert broke the silence between them.

"Do y'know what've we done today?" he asked quite on the off hand. Mary Poppins looked at him thoughtfully over her shoulder before gazing up at cerulean sky.

"Nothing much, I should think Bert... "She turned back to the jack of all trades, who continued to gaze at her.

"Except the picnic of course and the walk in the park. Why?"

"No reason, Mary Poppins. No reason at all." came the answer accompanied a strange sleepy smile.

"Hmm Without reason, there is only madness" she quipped, repositioning her self and her skirts.

"Do you know what, Bert?" the young woman sighed as she turned back to the cloudless sky above.

"What?" he enquired as he burrowed back in to the long grass.

"I love it when my days off coincide with yours."

"Me too, love," The last thing Bert saw before he tipped his boater over his eyes was Mary Poppins, sunning her self and leaning back against the basket. She looked positively radiant, so beautiful with her head turned up towards the sky. Eyes closed, the nanny didn't see the lavender butterfly as it prepared to land on the tip of her pretty nose. "Me too …"

Heh, the first one was too short, now this ones too long XD Aw well, some day I'll learn not to babble. I need to come up with snappyer titles...ARGH only one week till school starts and I still havn't finished my essays Oo