Something very strange is going on at work. (Apartfromthespacebaronmycomputernotworkingproperly).
Everytime I walk into the kitchen I start singing Mary Poppins songs. Not just the one song (the only one I ever sing at home is The Sound of Music), but the whole collection (obviously not all at once).
I think that maybe Miss Poppins has taken over the Maudsley Hopsital (where I work) and is sending subliminal messages to us all though the airconditioning.