I found my umbrella in London, which is where Mary Poppins reigns supreme. It was a really late rainy night and E and I had just left the pubs. A strange figure approached me and gave me this special umbrella and told me that it held a special gift if I used it right. If you believe in magic, it will talk to you and help you fly. (It will at least keep you dry *wink*wink*)
So, my dear Em, do you still believe that I'm not Mary Poppins?