I know I’m tremendous late with this one, however I have to confess that one storyline on this episode irritated me so much I’m truly still raging about it. However we’ll get to that.
First, the minor story: Lucille’s date with Cyril didn’t go properly. He took her to a West Indian social club where there have been (gasp!) a couple of individuals smoking pot and it turns out that Cyril just isn’t a clergyman, as Lucille thought. He doesn’t even go to church! Seems the information about him being a priest came from Sister MJ, and are available on, Lucille, don’t you already know better than to take Sister MJ at her word? You understand the lady has dementia!
In fact, it seems MJ totally made that up, so Lucille softens enough to truly speak to Cyril. He tells her that he’s not a fan of smoking a bowl himself, however he does discover it comforting to be round acquainted individuals once in a while. She says that’s why she goes to her church. He stops by on Sunday. All good.
In different news, Nurse Crane, poor factor, actually does her back in and has to go to the hospital and spend a number of weeks in traction. Yikes!
With the Nonnatuns down a lady, someone has to assist out, so right here comes Mom Mildred from the mom home to help. Yay, we get Miriam Margolyes again!
I ought to be comfortable about that, however apparently her character is now considerably obnoxious, entitled, and clueless, so I’m less completely happy now than I used to be.
She’s going to do some district nursing with Trixie, however Mom M can’t do the bike (or gained’t) and so principally orders Fred to drive her around as an alternative. And Trixie has to comply with on her bike, which appears sort of absurd. And she or he has to point out to MM that, match as Trixie is, she struggles to keep up with a frigging automotive, so can they all slow down a bit? MM seems stunned to be advised this, which is a brand new degree of cluelessness and self-involvement.
Their patient is a man named Mr Britall who, after working all his life at the docks, is now dying of a lung infection. Not unusual, apparently. He’s being cared for by his daughter-in-law, who has two grown sons of her personal who additionally work at the docks, alongside their father.
While the nurses are around, Mrs B urges her husband to have them give an opinion of a reasonably nasty boil or something on his neck. Trixie advises they see a physician, and MM really steps in it by blithely saying she’s seen loads of that in the slums in Asia.
Naturally, Mrs B bristles at the phrase ‘slum’ being bandied about close to her husband and home. She’s so offended she tells Trixie MM gained’t be welcome again in her residence. MM sort of kills the messenger on that one, like Trixie doesn’t have enough to do without appeasing a pissy nun who can’t train the most elementary ranges of tact. But then MM thinks about it and goes to Mrs B, hat in hand, and apologises and is grudgingly forgiven.
Turns out Mr B (junior) has anthrax. Eek! Some shipment that came by way of the dock was contaminated, so whereas he’s in hospital the dock is shut until the shipments could be checked over. MM finds out that the dock staff aren’t given masks or correct protecting clothes or something and is outraged. The dock staff and their union aren’t too happy both. The union chief is on the brink of step down, so when one in every of the Britall boys expresses an interest in operating for his position, MM urges him to go for it.
There’s a considerably joyful ending: although Mr Britall the elder does ultimately die, together with his household at his aspect, and is sincerely mourned, Mr Britall the youthful will recuperate from his anthrax an infection and his son seems to be poised to take on the struggle for applicable gear. So, that part’s good.
Much less good is MM taking complete advantage of Fred. Poor guy’s having to raid his residence petty money to pay for all the petrol he’s burning up. Since he’s a pushover, it falls to Violet to go to Julienne and MM and inform them this really isn’t cool. And she or he’s totally right: it’s not, and they need to have had the consciousness to understand that.
MM is all, ‘Oh, have I blundered again?’ Come on, woman. You understand petrol prices money and Fred just isn’t a chauffeur! Julienne apologises to MM about this, when really MM ought to be the one apologising here. Violet is clearly uncomfortable and mortified by having to do this. No one apologises to her, or to Fred, but at the very least he finally gets paid for his time and petrol.
Mom Mildred is all, ‘Oh, have I blundered again?’ Come on, woman
In different news: it seems like little Mae could be going to her permanent house quickly, which makes the Turners type of sad as a result of they’ve all actually bonded together with her. Angela even calls Mae her sister, they usually look so cute in their matching uniforms on the first day of faculty!
The adoption worker who’s dealing with the case is a dismissive bitch who says Mae gained’t even keep in mind her time with the Turners and can regulate shortly. Between this lady and the physician from last week, it’s actually starting to really feel like the show is presenting anyone indirectly related with Nonnatus as sort of a monster.
And in tremendous minor news: Valerie visits her grandmother, who looks like a reasonably cool woman.
Ok, here we go.
A teenage woman named Elaine arrives at the maternity residence late at night time and tells Lucille that she’s in labour. Lucille’s doubtful look is comprehensible, contemplating how not pregnant Elaine seems. Seems Elaine’s been concealing her pregnancy beneath a really sturdy girdle. She provides delivery to a daughter whom she calls Sarah and promises that ‘they’ gained’t take her away.
Lucille realises that Elaine’s had one other baby and asks her about it. Elaine admits that, when she was 15, she had a boy and her mother and father took him and had him adopted out, although she needed to maintain him. She’s been grieving this ever since (comprehensible), however her answer to this was to exit, discover some random guy to sleep with, and get knocked up with another child.
Yeah, that’s right: Elaine’s answer was to only have a alternative child. And the method this episode is introduced, not solely is the present comfortable with that, it looks like this can be a perfectly affordable factor and can, in reality, assist Elaine get over the loss of her son.
Man, there’s lots to unpack there, and more to return, however let’s start with this: Holy crap, this woman wants remedy. A LOT of therapy. Yes, I realise that’s an anachronistic factor to say, nevertheless it’s true. She DOES NOT want one other child.
Pricey CtM writers: You can’t just pop out a baby and anticipate that to magically aid you recover from the loss of another youngster. It doesn’t work like that. To recommend such a thing is a profound insult to anybody who’s ever misplaced a toddler. Actually, I’ll go a bit of further and say it’s a profound insult to anybody who’s ever beloved someone else, because it means that that love is so simply transferable to someone else. That individuals are simply replaceable in our lives. Critically, what the hell?
And also you absolutely positively shouldn’t have a child as a way to fill some type of emotional void, or to serve your personal tragic emotional want. That’s terribly selfish, and is simply going to end in distress for you both. Babies are emotional vampires, individuals. They’re all about need. They will’t serve you, you must serve them. Yes, in fact parenthood could be rewarding in some ways, together with emotionally, however it’s a LOT of tiring take and far much less give, especially in the early days. Jesus, the early days are nothing but take; that’s why the first smile seems like such a monumental reward.
Babies are emotional vampires, individuals
So, we will all agree, I feel, that Elaine shouldn’t be the brightest. She has no notion in any respect of the realities of parenthood; she’s a type of moron teenagers who thinks a baby is principally only a dwelling doll which may cry once in a while however in any other case gets to decorate in the cutest little outfits! Despite the incontrovertible fact that she retains claiming she’s considered all this, she clearly hasn’t.
This turns into especially clear when her mother and father become involved. They, in fact, didn’t even know she was pregnant once more and when Turner delivers the news, they’re devastated. They bleat about how she was properly introduced up and went to Sunday faculty and every part, and heaven is aware of churches are awesome at preventing teen pregnancies.
They ultimately go see Elaine at the maternity house and tell her this child’s going to be adopted, identical to the last one. She appears… somewhat stunned by this, which just further proves we’re not coping with a particularly brilliant bulb. She tells them she’s not giving the baby up. I’m fairly positive that, since she’s a minor, her mother and father might insist, but as an alternative they only drop her stuff off at the maternity house and wash their arms of her. Very harsh, but to a certain extent, I can perceive them right here. I mean, you need to be a grownup, Elaine? Need to play home together with your new toy? Nicely, welcome to reality. I feel like I ought to be extra sympathetic to her, but she’s such a frustrating and shallow individual I really can’t muster the sympathy.
Everyone at the maternity house gently tries to impress on Elaine that this can be a very arduous street she’s planning to go down. She insists that she knows, however she doesn’t even know enough to have an actual plan right here. She talks vaguely about taking in typing work and going to a hostel or something, nevertheless it truly falls to Lucille to seek out this youngster a spot to stay and apply for benefits for her. Good lord, is Elaine not prepared to boost a kid! I truthfully really feel like this child can be higher off being adopted!
Elaine is discharged and takes her baby, the pram and garments she was presumably gifted, and heads off to her new life. And apparently we’re alleged to be positive with all that, however principally I’m simply horrified, because I’m six months in with a new child myself and I do know what she’s in for. She is by no means ready for the realities of parenthood, either emotionally or financially. I simply don’t see this going nicely for either her or the baby, and that makes me sad.
And the entire concept of a alternative baby is just… ugh. That’s disgusting to even recommend that it works like that. I do know people who have lost babies, and though they’ve gone on to have others, that has not in any means mitigated that loss. It is all the time with them and all the time will probably be.
God. I know this present needs to be all uplifting Sunday night time viewing and all, but this was a very poor displaying. Sugarcoated nonsense like that is why I’m significantly beginning to lose curiosity.