Mary Poppins left. No note, no discussion. She just disappeared. You and you’re younger brother, Michael, had both grown quite fond of her, seeing as she was the only nanny who could handle you both.

Her absence made you both feel as though you had done something wrong, scared her off in some way.

That is until your mother, Winifred Banks, hired Mrs Andrews, your fathers old nanny.

There was a reason she was known as “The Holy Terror”.

As soon as she slammed open the front door, your father froze upon seeing her, running to his office in fear.

Mrs Andrews stormed into the house, bossing the servants around within the first 30 seconds of her stay.

She grabbed a green bottle labeled “Brimstone and Treacle”, as she poured some onto a spoon, stuffing it in Michaels mouth before yours.

The awful taste coated your tongue, making you gag.

“The boy will go to boarding school at once. As for the girl…” Mrs Andrews pulled your hair back, forcing you to tilt your head up at her. “I shall take charge of her myself.”

You gulped as Michael hid behind your mother, who looked appalled.

Mrs Andrews had an evil glint in her eye as she stared you down, a scowl on her face. But her attention was quickly drawn to the front door as it slowly opened, Mary Poppins striding in the house.

“Mary Poppins?! But- you left without notice!” Your mother exclaims, but she can’t hide the small smile on her face.

“And I’ve come back without notice.” Mary simply states, setting down her bag and umbrella, before turning her attention to Mrs Andrews, who still gripped tightly to your hair.