Call the Midwife - Twelfth Season

Sweet dreams

are an ideal preface to the dawn.

We can begin in sunshine and with purpose.

We can draw from a well

filled with rest and possibility.

Nothing has been started,

nothing has been spent, if we're lucky.

Each day dawns blank,

a sheet of paper waiting for our story.

We start to create it the moment that we wake.

More marmalade!

Do tuck in. Plenty more where that came from.

You can say that again.

I think what Nurse Crane means is... Well,

variety is the spice of life.

Oh. Would you like me to make a different flavour?

No!

Good morning, Lucille.

Morning.

You were on my mind the minute I woke up this morning.

I had fun and games last night

with the set of the sleeve on your cardigan.

There's no rush.

I've a bit of a special one for your district list today.

Mr Thomas Woodleigh.

11 Caliphate Street.

Born 1889.

It appears he took a tumble on his front step.

Multiple sutures in his left hand.

Dressing changes needed.

And whilst detained overnight,

he underwent a test

that suggests a degree of macular degeneration.

So he is losing his sight.

Further tests required, apparently,

and Mr Woodleigh is refusing to cooperate.

See if you can get him to trust you.

Then we can move things on.

Ah... Hands up everyone who remembered their PE kit.

Me!

Hands up everybody taking tadpoles for the nature table.

GLASS CLINKS Me!

Hands up everyone with a delivery bag

and wearing a nurse's uniform.

I'm sorry.

I was looking for something to donate to the raffle.

Ah! This is perfect.

Well, that was a present from a grateful patient.

Why can't you give them that Liebfraumilch?

It's been sitting there since New Year.

The Liebfraumilch?

Oh, I don't think so.

I'm sure we'll have a use for it at some point.

And we never drink whisky.

What's that?

It's the girls' measurements for their maypole costumes.

All I have to do is drop them off with Miss Nadine.

Mmm...

Teddy, do not take the lid off that Tupperware box.

Sister, I collected the urn from the Florrie.

Where shall I leave it?

Thank you, Cyril.

In my view, it should remain in the Florrie.

And Sister Julienne should entertain her friends there.

It's an opportunity to give first-time mothers

some practical advice in a less formal environment.

And I hope they enjoy each other's company.

I intuit the hand of Sister Veronica.

No, it's all my idea,

although I do admit Sister Veronica's arrival

has lifted my spirits

and freed me to spend more time with the people that we serve.

This parlour is a place of quietude and reflection...

and the television.

I am not in favour of this invasion.

Nurse.

You looking for Nadine? Yes.

I think she might have popped out.

Worse than that.

GIGGLES Oh, slow down, Lil!

If the boss finds out I let you drive the van,

he'll have my guts for garters.

You worry too much.

Mwah!

Hello.

Miss Nadine has had an ovary removed.

A very nasty case of torsion, according to Sister.

Oh, no. The neighbour said she was screaming

as they carried her into the ambulance.

Well, she will be on female surgical

for at least a fortnight,

and may then need to convalesce away from home.

I believe her little girl is staying with a friend,

but I've no idea who's looking after the dancing school.

Unmarried ladies are often extremely resourceful.

I imagine she has a plan in place for all disasters.

I know she hasn't a plan in place

for the maypole dance at Whitsuntide.

I'd refer it to the committee,

but now she's in hospital and Violet's away,

the committee is really just me.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Who... Who is it?

District nurse calling.

The cut is healing nicely, Mr Woodleigh.

You'll be getting these stitches out

by the end of the week. Ah.

Can you get the smell of milk out of me trousers

while you're at it?

I made a right fool of me self

tripping over that crate.

Glass everywhere.

Gold top everywhere!

Gold top?

I like your style.

Oh, I've got this grandson, done well for himself.

He pays the milkman for me.

Yeah, keeps me in biscuits an' all.

There's a tin here somewhere. Oh, on the table.

That's them.

He gets some Royal Appointment shop up west to deliver 'em.

Classy.

Some of 'em are rock hard

and I can't dip 'em in me tea

cos they're covered in chocolate.

You're lucky to have family around you, Mr Woodleigh.

Depends what you mean by around.

I've never been to my grandson's house.

The one who sends you the biscuits?

Uh-huh. And the rest.

They've just gone.

Gone where?

No-one is forcing me out of Poplar or this house.

I worked them wharves for near 60 years.

You were a docker?

Oh, um...

Oh... Here, make us a cuppa tea, Nurse.

I mean, I'd do it, only I reckon my hand won't let me.

Everyone here has expressed an interest in attending

a breast-feeding demonstration,

therefore Mrs Wade has kindly brought baby Simon in today.

Aw...

Luckily for us, he sounds as though he's rather hungry.

Those little contented noises

they make when they're feeding...

A bit like my old man when he's got his Sunday lunch.

Your bodies will change rapidly

as you approach the birth itself.

That can cause some breast tenderness.

Do you want one of your biscuits?

Not really.

Oh, tea! Your grandson might be hurt

if he came to visit and thought you weren't enjoying them.

He won't visit.

Are there any Marie biscuits?

No, I'm afraid they're all a bit more superior.

I like a Marie biscuit.

Mr Woodleigh, I'll be coming back to check on your hand

until we take the stitches out.

But you know we're going to have to address

the trouble with your eyesight, too, don't you?

I manage.

It's like I'm looking through a window

that's been badly cleaned.

A great dark streak across the middle.

Is it like that now?

Can you see me?

Well, not if you move about.

Can you describe me?

Nurse's dress...

I don't think you're a Londoner.

But that might just be the sound of your voice.

You've got a nice voice.

Thank you.

I'm going to speak to the occupational therapists.

We'll see what they can do to make life easier for you.

My life isn't hard.

Thank you, Sister.

That was ever so nice.

Oh, I'm glad you enjoyed it, Mrs Reynolds.

I'm Lilian.

Lilian.

I didn't like to mention it in front of everyone,

but one of my bosoms is really sore.

Just one? Yes. Sore and... I don't know.

As if it's a bit hot.

Why don't we take a look at it in clinic tomorrow?

I'm sure we can put your mind at ease.

Flower...

I'm sorry I'm late.

Don't worry.

Did they keep you in the office?

No. But I had to go and see Brother Selwyn

and Sister Meryl.

They're being evicted from their flat.

But they've just done all those repairs

and got it all spruced up.

And their neighbours objected to their presence.

That is against the law.

We all know that.