This morning I prepared a bowl of soup and put on Mary Poppins. It brought back many memories. When I was a child, I would watch Disney movies every weekend. That was when cable didn’t exist. I have a soft spot for Disney anything.
Thinking of Mary Poppins cracks me up. The irony of me dating a British boy. I met his childhood nanny, Lala as well when I was in England last Christmas. Lala is the less stern version of course. How I wish I’ve went for Mary Poppins, the play when I was in London. I’m almost a play snob now that I’ve attended Wicked, The Musical. I want to watch all plays in London.
On another note, my space key broke. You can imagine my annoyance while typing.