I hate being good. -Mary Poppins - P. L. Travers

In the village where I live, in Sussex, we made our bonfire in the Vicarage paddock and every year, as soon as it was lit, the Vicar's cow would begin to dance. She danced while the flames rose up to the sky, she danced till the ashes were black and cold. And the next morning — it was always the same — the Vicar would have no milk for his breakfast. It is strange to think of a simple cow rejoicing at the saving of Parliament so many years ago.

It is only through the ordinary that the extraordinary can make itself perceived.

So it was settled, and that was how the Banks family came to live at Number Seventeen, with Mrs. Brill to cook for them,