After being rather taken with the story of Alan and Yvette in the Christmas Special, I wanted to write a little vignette on mental illnesses and wars. Alas, despite doing some reading (this is outside the remits of my research, but inside the venn-diagram called “my interests in life”) this piece of writing has yet to materialise. Instead, I’m indulging myself in yet another “ahead of series 3” post. I am looking forward to:
1. The new Nonnatus House. Set design has always been (felt? I’m no expert) spotless, and I can’t wait to see everybody’s new digs, and maybe some gradual turnover from 50s to 60s trends.
2. Sister Monica Joan. Both because Judy Parfitt has impeccable comical timing, and also because HTMG is writing the progression of her dementia so well. Perhaps a bit paradoxical reasoning there.
3. That thing about set design? Ditto for costume and makeup. Especially since I also have a what-Jessica-calls “vintage body”. (Mine’s not as great as hers though.)
4. Changes in group dynamics, part one. New cast members, new characters, but also how things will change now that Chummy and Peter have (what Miranda and Ben charmingly refer to as) a “bubba”; Shelagh not being Sister B, and all the changes that marriage will bring (especially to Doctor T), and so on and so forth.
5. Group dynamics between “the girls” (a.k.a. changes in group dynamics, part two). As soon as the clip from s03e01 surfaced and it transpired that Jenny and Trixie will be sharing a room, I grew concerned about whether this will have any consequences for the nurses’ friendship. (I know the books say it’ll all be fine, but I want to believe that HTMG writes everything for a reason.)
6. Births, with the constant emergency of new and “better” technologies.
7. Anything HTMG writes really.
8. Catching up with the gang.
9. The Turners. You didn’t think I wouldn’t give them their own bullet point, did you?
10. The nuns being awesome in midwifery, in advising the young’uns on common sense, and in plainsong.
And that will do, really. 64.5 hours to go. Because I’m a pedant.