Oh isn't it wonderful, Call the Midwife? I cry every week. Last week's was spectacularly wonderful as the doctor and the woman formerly known as Sister Bernadette were at last able to express their feelings for each other (by smiling bashfully and fondly). The doctor has the most delightful dark eyes.
The convent became the location for a miracle when the nurses, after knitting furiously all night, produced a lovely blanket which was clearly (to any crocheter or knitter) composed of crocheted squares. Praise be!
And Chummy DID NOT DIE. Gawd, I was so relieved. I love them all.
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