ForeverJulie made a really good point on my last chapter and let's face it Mary Poppins would never forgive me if I left Jane and Michael tying up the louse ends…of the sheep-shank knot on Cooks ropes. So while I try and come up with a reasonable escape plan here's a little filler to reserve the space for Suga snap part 2 ^^
"Alrigh' Mr Albert?" Bert yelled as he popped his head round the door. He could hear loud bawling from some where. "Obviously not then…"
Andrew slipped though gap between his legs and bounded into the hall, barking as he went.
"Bert, That you?" came a call from the drawing room, followed by the something that sounded like muffled foghorn. "Though here, my boy!"
Andrew trotted along side Bert as he entered the room indicated. From force of habit, Bert looked up to the high ceiling before remembering he'd heard sobbing. Without a doubt, the eccentric uncle of Mary Poppins was indeed miserable. More miserable then Bert could ever recall seeing him.
Andrew whimpered and looked from Albert to Bert and back again, his ears twitching. Bert chuckled and addressed the terrier.
"No worries, Andrew. He'll be alright; we just gotta cheer him up. Besides," he grinned, lowering his voice, "he's probably upset 'cause he ain't appeared in the story yet-"
The foghorn noise rang out again, much louder this time, making jack-of-all trades jump like a jack-in-the-box. It turned out to be Uncle Albert blowing his nose. If dogs could roll there eyes at human silliness, Andrew would have. Instead, he merely chewed at his tartan coat.
"Oh no, no, it wasn't that," elderly gentleman sniffed calmly, before wailing, "it was that terrible pun at the end of the last chapter! A Spoonful of Sugar!Boo-hoo-hoo!" Bert realised what he meant and joined in with the weeping.
Andrew meanwhile began to howl, appalled that a grown man had actually said 'Boo-hoo-hoo'…