Call The Midwife is my kind of show
ARE you one of the nine million?
You know who I mean. The nine million blissfully glued to Call The Midwife.
It transports us back to the late Fifties so convincingly it’s a wrench when the final credits roll and we’re plunged back into the present.
Our memories of stoutly shod district nurses on bicycles, dirty urchins in unravelling home knits peering out of tenements, home perms and prize pigs are still so vivid it’s something of a shock that the world no longer wags that way.
Miranda Hart as Chummy is almost miraculous, simultaneously noble and vulnerable, without doubt an embryo Dame Judi Dench. How shall we survive Sunday evenings without our fix?