Every season, the GBH Drama staff sit down to watch the latest and greatest in British dramas. And now, just a few short months after the last season, we have the springtime return of PBS favorite, Call The Midwife. Between our scrappy nurses, sassy nuns and gut-wrenching emotional trauma that somehow keeps you wanting more, there’s a lot to be excited about. Need a refresher on what happened last season? Check out our Season 10 and 2021 Holiday Special recaps here. Ready? Take a deep (lamaze) breath, and prepare yourself for Season 11!
Thankfully last week wasn’t as explosive as it could have been, but we’re still down two members of our squad in an already pretty understaffed group. Should. Be. Interesting. While our nun friends head to morning prayers, and the Turner parents see Tim off for his return to school, Lucille, very understandably, appears to have not slept at all. It’s her first day back at work after her miscarriage, and her colleagues welcome her with sad smiles that the normally effervescent Lucille is barely able to return. But there’s no time for emotional upheaval: with Phyllis and Trixie out of the country, Sister Hilda is in charge, and she’s determined to run a very tight ship.
Sister Hilda: By my calculations, we all should be able to do two extra home visits per day? If we’re speedy?
Reader, she doesn’t seem super confident about that, but before anyone can weigh in, they hear a loud bang from the next room, and run off to investigate. No, it’s not the bomb from last week, it’s Sister Monica Joan climbing on furniture and banging on the wall in an attempt to scare a bird out of the house. Boots, naturally, has seen The Birds, and is thus absolutely terrified, so she’s the one Sister Hilda sends off to fetch all-around fixer Fred.
Sister Monica Joan, creepy: A bird inside is a bad omen.
Sister Frances: It could just be lost! Or scared?
Sister Julienne: Ok, let’s all just chill out. MJ, there’s no reason to invoke folklore!
Fred, entering in what I have to assume is his bird catching outfit, i.e. goggles and a funny hat: A bird inside, huh? Grim reaper’s coming for somebody!
Sister Julienne:
Later, Shelagh and Lucille arrive at the surgery just as Miss Higgins fields a call regarding the first patient of the day, who’s in labor and on her way over. Would Lucille like to take this case? Absolutely not, but she does tell Shelagh she’ll be there to help if needed. Poor Lucille; this is such a rough job to have when you’ve just had a miscarriage.
Across town, Dr. Turner attends a quarterly meeting for the district health committee, who are starting by discussing measles vaccinations. I’m sure that’s interesting, but instead we head back to Nonnatus, where Fred successfully wrangles the bird out of the house. Sister Monica Joan, however, is still convinced that the squad is about to lose a member, especially when she finds that the bird has left the glass on a framed picture of Nonnatus house broken in its wake. There’s only one thing to do: head on over to speak to Miss Higgins, who as we may recall is a member of the spiritualist church.
Sister Monica Joan: I got a message from the great beyond. I need help interpreting it.
Miss Higgins: Ah, well, can’t help you there. Spiritualism is a religion; I’m not a living ouija board!
Sister Monica Joan: Look, here’s the thing: everyone dies. And if I’m about to go, I just want a heads up so I can prepare myself.
Miss Higgins: … ok, well I do know of a lady who was a well known clairvoyant here in town. You could visit her.
Back at the committee meeting, Dr. Turner is getting grouchier by the second. The committee, it seems, is of the opinion that their scheme to give families cash for measles vaccinations is a waste of time, and that they should just accept low vaccination rates.
Dr. Turner, incensed: Look, this is ridiculous! We have an opportunity to eradicate measles here, guys! Why would we not go about this in an intelligent way instead of talking about paying people per jab?
Committee Chair, annoyed to be interrupted: You’re being rude.
Dr. Turner: I have a 9 year old patient who is blind because of measles, and another who’s had to be institutionalized with brain damage. Don’t you think that allows me to be a bit rude?
Committee Chair: … back to the meeting!
Later, the chair pulls Dr. Turner aside: he assumed our doctor friend would like this money for shots plan! But of course, Dr. T is a man of science; he thinks the clinical data alone should be enough to get folks in the door. I hate to call our friend naive, but uh…
Dr. Turner is so convinced at both the efficacy of the vaccine AND his ability to get his community to line up for the jab, that he suggests a pilot program, which he’ll present at the next committee meeting. The Chair can’t exactly stop him, and honestly, I do hope Dr. T succeeds. He might just do it: the anti-vax movement isn’t even a glimmer in Andrew Wakefield’s fraud-perpetuating eye yet, so fingers crossed.
Meanwhile, across town, A for Effort happens upon some hippies painting a very groovy mural on one of his vacant buildings, which they appear to have turned into a squat. A for Effort, who is many things, none of which even approaches groovy, is less than impressed when said Hippie legs it inside and bars the door.
Hippie, from the upstairs window: So, what do you think of the art? It’s the wheel of life!
A for Effort, straight to the point: Look, I own the building, and you’re trespassing.
Hippie: Well, you didn’t lock it up very securely, now did you? Kind of like an invitation, IMHO.
A for Effort: It’s actually an assumption that people will respect boundaries, but go off I guess? Look, if you just grab your stuff and leave, I won’t pursue charges.
Hippie: And where exactly should we go?
A for Effort: We?
Hippie: We’re a collective! Look, no need to call the fuzz, we won’t be here long. Byeeeeee!
A for Effort:
Do I lowkey hope the hippies invite him in and introduce him to weed or something? Yes! It would be very entertaining, sue me! Anyway, back at the surgery, Shelagh’s patient’s labor is progressing nicely, and she delivers a lovely baby boy. And speaking of babies, in a surprise to nobody given the whole raison d'etre of this show, one of the hippies over at A for Effort’s unintentional commune, Clover, is about to have one. She really wants to do a home birth, surrounded by friends, and her pals agree: they’ll have the baby there and move on after. TBH this seems like the one bit of reasoning that would convince A for Effort to let them stay for a bit, so I hope they tell him.
Meanwhile, across town, Sister Monica Joan drops in on the clairvoyant from Miss Higgins’ rolodex, who, it must be said, is NOT interested in talking to Sister Monica Joan (or anyone, for that matter).
Clairvoyant: Go away! I don’t do that anymore!
Sister Monica Joan, grabbing her hand: Please, just help me! Oho! Did you see something when I touched your hand???
But no matter what Sister Monica Joan says, Clairvoyant won’t budge.
Back at the surgery, Dr. Turner explains his scheme to the squad. The first step? Miss Higgins will look up all the eligible kiddos in Poplar, which I’m guessing will take us at least a few scenes. In the meantime, later that evening, Lucille finally gets home to a slightly worried Cyril.
Cyril: I made your favorite dinner! Thought you might need it after today.
Lucille, dangerous: Why?
Cyril: Uh, because it’s your first day back and you’ve been running around all day?
Lucille: I’m fine! Stop treating me like I’m sick!
Cyril: I’m sorry?
Lucille: It's not your fault, I’m just tired. I’ll go lie down.
Just a bummer all around. The next day, A for Effort stops by his building again, only to find that Hippie is still hanging out (no surprises there). They make introductions, and then Hippie invites A for Effort in to “see what they’re trying to do” to which he, sort of surprisingly, agrees. Inside, Hippie introduces the commune to their “landlord’ (hilarious) who takes in the scene and then asks Clover how she’s managing, given that a squat is kind of a rough spot in which to be pregnant.
Clover: I’m fine, it’s NBD.
A for Effort: So, Hippie, you said you guys were leaving soon?
Hippie, suddenly performing for the whole room: Yeah… within the decade, for sure!
As A for Effort beats a retreat, no match for the laughing commune, he’s followed by Clover. Perhaps sensing that she might be the only sensible one in the whole group, he lays out his case: the building isn’t intended for people to live in: there’s no running water or electricity!
Clover: No, it’s fine: we collect drinking water every day. Mostly we need a place to express ourselves and be free!
A for Effort: Free from what?
Clover: Rules! People telling me how I should live, people telling me how to have this baby. Everything we need is here. Please, just let us stay until after the baby comes?
A for Effort, a huge softie: Ok.
Across town, Fred tries to say hi to Sister Monica Joan, who completely ignores him, stuck in her own world of worry. Where’s she off to? To try and visit the clairvoyant again, this time with a gift of pilfered cake. That does the trick, and Clairvoyant opens the door.
Clairvoyant: Don’t come in! I have to get ready. Stay there in the hall until I call you.
Inside, she hides behind a gauzy curtain with a glass of gin before hollering out to Sister Monica Joan. The cake, she says, is fine, but gin would have been better. After making sure that Sister Monica Joan isn’t watching her, Clairvoyant heads to the table to grab cake, presumably to fortify herself for the reading.
Sister Monica Joan: Is your spirit guide with you?
Clairvoyant: I have three. And they’re always here. One of them is standing right next to you, and he won’t shut up.
Sister Monica Joan: What’s he saying?
Clairvoyant: I don’t listen to them anymore! I’m tired of them. It’s not a gift, it’s a curse.
Sister Monica Joan: But how? It’s special insight.
Clairvoyant: It’s not. I’ve been called a fraud, I’ve been taken to court, and I’ve lost my family. My son married into a respectable family, and his wife didn’t like me. When they moved away we lost touch. At least I have this gin to keep me company. Anyway, don’t look at me: I splashed some hot grease on my face and I don't want anyone to see.
Sister Monica Joan: But I’m a trained nurse; I could help you!
Clairvoyant: NO. Get out!
So, not a classically great interaction. But if anyone can help, it’ll be Sister Monica Joan! Over at the maternity home, Lucille checks in on Shelagh’s patient from earlier in the episode. Lucille gently takes the lady’s baby so Shelagh can look over mom, only to be thunderstruck by emotion when she looks into the baby’s little face. Shelagh, watching from across the room, notices how much Lucille is struggling, but doesn’t say anything. Yet. Later that afternoon, when the nurses break for lunch, Shelagh gently asks if Lucille is having a hard time returning to the ward after her miscarriage.
Lucille: We all have burdens. Just have to handle it.
Shelagh: You can also share the burden, if you want? You know, I had a similar experience… we all thought I would lose Teddy.
Lucille: Yes, but you didn’t, thankfully.
And with that, Lucille frostily excuses herself, which I can’t really fault her for. Across town, A for Effort drops in at Nonnatus to speak with Sister Julienne. He can’t come in, but he wants to make sure that the midwives know about Clover. He explains that as far as he can tell she’ll be having that baby pretty imminently, it seems like she may not have had ANY prenatal care, and she seems pretty young. Sister Julienne, naturally, takes down the address and tells him they’ll send someone over the very next day.
And speaking of teamwork, the next day, Miss Higgins shows the squad the list of vaccine eligible kids in Poplar, which is, of course, immaculately organized. The bad news? Less than 15% of the children under two are vaccinated, meaning that our pals have their work cut out for them if they hope to hit the 60% target in less than a month. Sister Hilda is concerned: they’re already understaffed! But Dr. Turner isn’t hearing it: this is doable, if everyone thinks positively! Dr. Turner, in another life:
Meanwhile, Sister Frances rides up to the commune squat where Clover’s dad is yelling up to his daughter via an open window.
Clover: I don’t want to talk to you — you were AWFUL about this pregnancy!
Clover’s Dad: Look, I know I was upset when you told me! I was in shock! But I want you to come home, Susan.
Clover: See, you don’t even know who I am, dude!
Sister Frances: Uh, excuse me? Are you Clover? I’m a midwife from Nonnatus house.
Clover’s Dad: She’s called Susan! You know what, I give up, and don’t try to say I didn’t make an effort!
Sister Frances: Could I maybe come in and examine you, Clover?
Clover: I just want to be left alone!
Sister Frances, valiant effort: If you want, I can stay out here? We can just have a chat through the window?
Alas, no luck: Clover shuts the window and walks away. Sister Frances (and me, TBH):
Across town, Fred’s busy telling A for Effort he should buy paraffin from the shop across the street instead because Fred and Vi charge a huge mark up (honesty; we love to see it) when Vi arrives to pick up some candy she can use to butter up her fellow council members later.
Vi: Anyway, Fred, take his money! A for Effort, we only stock the BEST paraffin here.
Me: Vi, ma’am. You are SUCH a capitalist.
Vi: Are you stocking up for the winter or something? That’s a lot of oil.
A for Effort, adorable: I found some old heaters I’m going to drop off at the warehouse. I feel bad about the squatters. Well, one of them. There’s a cold snap coming.
Vi: So you’re talking to them?
A for Effort: Yeah. I decided to give them a little grace period. Anyway, thanks Fred.
I’m not gonna lie, I was expecting Vi to be judgy about this, but instead, she’s impressed (and you know what, so am I: good job, A for Effort). Back at Nonnatus, Sister Frances reports in on her attempt to visit Clover. Yes, she did seem healthy, but given that Sister Frances basically only saw Clover’s face, and from an upstairs window at that, everyone has to take the diagnosis with a giant heap of salt. And speaking of salt, Shelagh is pretty salty about Clover’s definition of natural childbirth. Home deliveries are one thing, but this is a dirty, unheated warehouse without running water or electricity! Sister Julienne, always wise, reminds everyone that they can only help if they’re asked, but that they should stay prepared in case they’re needed.
Outside, Sister Monica Joan happens upon Cyril in the allotment.
Sister Monica Joan: A nice evening outside can help when you’ve got a problem to solve.
Cyril: What do you do if someone is hurting, but you can’t help them? How do I make it better?
Sister Monica Joan: Grief has its own schedule.
Cyril: Everything I do seems to make it worse. So I stay down here out of the way.
Sister Monica Joan: Yes, and that’s easier too. But the easy path isn’t always the right one.
Cyril: I feel the loss too.
Sister Monica Joan: Have you told her that?
Cyril: I have to be strong.
Sister Monica Joan: Sometimes true strength is revealing weaknesses. Something to think about.
Inside, Sister Julienne has a sit down with Lucille. The nun explains that she’s worried she’s been insensitive: of course midwifery is a hard career to return to for someone who’s just lost a pregnancy.
Lucille: Has my work not been up to par?
Sister Julienne: Your work is, as always, exceptional. It’s your mind I’m worried about.
Lucille: I don’t need special treatment.
Sister Julienne: You do though. For us, married midwives are unusual. Pregnant midwives, even more so. And we’ve never had a colleague who lost a baby. I am so sorry; I couldn't imagine how you feel.
Lucille: Don’t apologize. I didn’t realize how I’d feel either.
Sister Julienne: I’m going to move you to district work only for a bit. Unless you want time off? You will heal in time. We always do.
I just want everyone to get a hug, ya know? Anyway, across town, Sister Frances heads back to the squat to try and talk to Clover again. While she pounds on the door, inside, Clover’s dragging a mattress upstairs for the delivery.
Hippie, not offering to help: Don’t worry, she’ll go away eventually. And what are you doing lugging that around?
Clover: Just trying to get ready.
Hippie: Cool. The happening tonight is going to be amazing, btw.
Clover: You’ll stay with me, right? If I need you?
Hippie: Of course! Or, like, someone else will!
Do I dig the groovy ideals? Yes. Am I having an increasingly hard time not trash talking this crummy dude for not actually living up to said ideals and supporting Clover? MAJOR YES. While she’s starting to look a bit worried about the prospect of her impending, possibly solo birth, at the surgery, Dr. Turner is seeing off a kiddo who’s just had the measles jab when Lucille reports for duty.
Dr. Turner: This is the best news ever: welcome to the team!
Miss Higgins: This clown has gone and created a herculean task for all of us: we need all the help we can get.
Later that night, as I predicted, poor Clover finds herself in labor while the rest of her buddies attend their “happening” downstairs. Despite her yelling, no one comes to help her. Thankfully, A for Effort happens to arrive soon thereafter to drop off the heaters, and, being a big ol’ square, our friend is decidedly unimpressed by the happening. After wandering around a bit he finally locates Hippie.
A for Effort: I brought some heaters – it’s going to be freezing tonight. Where’s Clover?
Hippie: Oh, probably upstairs?
Lady Hippie: Oooh, do you like her?
A for Effort: No, weirdo, I have a very straight edge girlfriend. Are you guys all drunk?
Lady Hippie: Nah, being high is way better. I bet you’ve never smoked, have you?
A for Effort:
Meanwhile, Sister Monica Joan has once again turned up at Clairvoyant’s door. See, our nun friend, who’s willing to agree that both women take their cues from mysterious higher powers, feels called to try and help ease Clairvoyant’s suffering.
Sister Monica Joan: I realized I’m not here because I fear death, but because I fear losing my purpose. Like you, I have a vocation to help people. I need to do it to feel alive; you get that, right? I’m a nurse. Let me see your face.
Clairvoyant: I can’t show you. I’m too ashamed.
Sister Monica Joan: Please, it’s my gift. Let me use it.
Finally convinced, Clairvoyant drops the cloth covering her face. Isn’t Sister Moncia Joan disgusted? Of course not: all she sees is someone she can help. She bustles right over to the surgery and asks for Dr. Turner, ignoring Miss Higgins’ insistence that he’s about to head home for the day.
Sister Monica Joan: You have to come with me right away: it’s an emergency! My patient has an advanced rodent ulcer.
Yes, you heard her right: she said rodent ulcer, which is an outdated term for basal cell carcinoma: a common skin cancer. Speaking of rats, A for Effort leaves the hippie jerks downstairs at their weird party and goes to check on Clover, who’s in labor and quite distressed.
Clover: I’ve been calling but nobody came: the baby is coming now!
A for Effort, panicking:
Clover: Yeah, and I can’t do this alone.
A for Effort: My car is downstairs, I can take you to the hospital.
Clover: I can’t get down the stairs!
A for Effort: Ok, I’ll go to the phone and call someone, and they’ll get here right away.
Clover: Don’t leave me!
A for Effort: I promise you, I will be RIGHT back.
And while she freaks out, he runs to the phonebox to call Nonnatus. Shelagh, picking up the phone, tries to calm him down and get all the relevant information at the same time: not an easy feat. Shortly thereafter, a calm Shelagh arrives at the warehouse on her bike.
A for Effort: Oh thank God, you’re here. You have NO idea how happy I am to see you.
Shelagh: Where’s my patient?
A for Effort: This way, and I’m sorry, but the conditions are horrible.
Shelagh, unphased, follows him in past the “happening” and immediately gets to work examining Clover, and sends A for Effort off to call an ambulance just in case.
Shelagh: Why didn’t you want to go to the hospital?
Clover: I wanted it to be natural?
Shelagh: Natural isn’t always best: what matters is that you and baby are safe and well looked after, and that’s what will happen now. So tell me: have you had an internal exam during your pregnancy?
Clover kind of wimpers instead of answering, which obviously has Shelagh pretty worried, but she puts on a brave face and explains what’s about to go down. Outside, A for Effort calls the ambulance and fills them in. Upstairs, Clover tells Shelagh she wants her mum, which of course Shelagh says they’ll do as soon as the baby is delivered. Unfortunately, that won’t be possible: Clover’s mum passed away when she was sixteen.
Clover: Dad says she was the last one who could tell me what to do.
Shelagh: Well she sounds like a strong woman. Like mother, like daughter.
Clover: I haven’t got anyone.
Shelagh: You have me. We’re gonna get through this, Clover.
Clover: You know what, my real name is Susan. Can you call me Susie, like my mum used to?
Shelagh: Susie, honey, we’re going to get through this!
Outside, despite A for Effort’s wild gestures and yells, the ambulance breezes right past. He heads upstairs to tell Shelagh just as Susie pushes out her baby’s head.
Shelagh: We’ll be ok. Baby won’t care if it’s born in the dark!
But when Susie pushes out the baby, A for Effort, who is really not doing great to begin with, notices that something is obviously very wrong. Shelagh gives him a look that says “shut up, dude” but it’s too late: Susie’s noticed. To make matters worse, Hippie and Lady Hippie have finally decided to show up, and immediately start screaming. Shelagh deputizes A for Effort to kick everyone out of the room, and tries to keep Susie from completely freaking out. The baby has been born with Gastroschisis, a birth defect where the intestines have protruded through baby’s belly through a small hole near the bellybutton.
Shelagh: I am going to do everything I can. A for Effort, you need to go find boiled water and grease-proof paper, and then we need to get this baby to the hospital as soon as we possibly can. Susie, I know this is scary, but I need you to focus on being strong for your baby, as your mother would do for you.
The baby is losing heat rapidly, so Shelagh wraps her in the paper, and then a blanket. The plan: as soon as Susie delivers the placenta, the whole crew is going straight to the hospital. A for Effort will drive.
Need a little break from the intensity? Me too. At Clairvoyant’s house, Dr. Turner takes a look at her face, and finds out that she’s had this growth for many years now. It doesn’t hurt, but it can get quite itchy. Dr. Turner is in complete agreement with Sister Monica Joan: this is a Rodent Ulcer. It’s not fatal, but Clairvoyant should see a specialist at the hospital. This will be a problem: she doesn’t want to go.
Across town, Cyril finally decides to have that tough conversation with Lucille.
Lucille: Can’t this wait for morning? I’m tired.
Cyril: No, it can’t. We haven’t talked about it since it happened.
Lucille: What is there to talk about?
Cyril: We lost a child.
Lucille: You think I don’t know that?
Cyril: I’m sorry. I just had a talk with Sister Monica Joan.
Lucille: You shouldn’t have talked about our private business with someone else!
Cyril: Well it seems like I’m not allowed to talk about it at all. I’ll be here when you’re ready to talk.
Across town, Shelagh hands Susie her baby in the back seat of A for Effort’s car, and tells her to try and keep the baby totally still, while A for Effort drives as quickly and as smoothly as he can. At the hospital, Susie and the baby are wheeled away, leaving the makeshift delivery team standing in the hallway, shellshocked. Later that night, the Turners chat about the case.
Dr. Turner: Oh, you poor thing: I’ve never even seen a baby with Gastroschisis.
Shelagh: Yeah, I hope I don’t see another one.
Dr. Turner: Even with the best care this may end in tragedy.
Shelagh: I know, and the mother is so young. She’s very brave, but such a baby herself. I was able to keep it together, but I just realized I’ve never been so afraid during a delivery my entire career.
And then, in the safety of her own home, Shelagh lets herself break down. Understandable! I hope A for Effort also talks about this incredibly intense experience with someone, since Trixie is currently out of the country!
Later, Sister Monica Joan pays another visit to Clairvoyant. Why? Because she’s found out that Clairvoyant got an appointment with the specialist and has decided not to go.
Clairvoyant: Look, I’m purposeless. I have nothing left to live for, and no one will miss me. The sooner I die, the better.
Sister Monica Joan: The key is to think about God’s purpose in your life.
And with that, Sister Monica Joan goes to the door and escorts in Clairvoyant's son, who looks awfully happy to see his mother.
Meanwhile, Shelagh arrives at the hospital with flowers for Clover, who’s watching her daughter through a window. Much to everyone’s surprise, baby is a little fighter, and seems to be doing very well (again, like mother like daughter).
Shelagh: Here, these flowers are for you. They’re a thank you: you tested me, and reminded me how lucky I am to be doing this job. Does she have a name yet?
Susie: I was thinking Clover, actually. It wasn't really my name. But it could be hers.
Awww! Across town, at the clinic, Dr. Turner tells Boots and Lucille that their next patient has cancelled: the mum thinks kids are getting too many vaccines, and it’s not worth it to get another one just for measles. Lucille, not about to take THAT lying down, immediately strides off.
Lucille: I’ve been told you cancelled, is that right? Do you know much about measles?
Mum who doesn’t have the faintest idea what she’s in for: I had it as kid: it’s just a rash.
Lucille: Just a rash?? Many children die of measles every year! Are you really ok losing your kid to a totally preventable disease? What could be worse? It doesn’t matter what you do, it just keeps on hurting!
Obviously, we’re not really just talking about measles here, but I bet that convinced this mum to get her kid the jab. Later that night, Lucille finally sits down to talk with Cyril about their loss.
Lucille: I let you down. I failed.
Cyril: It wasn’t meant to be. I’ve missed you; I don’t know where you went but I’m glad you’re back.
Lucille: I was trying to be strong: I didn’t want to be a burden, because I knew you were heartbroken too.
Cyril: We can’t be strong alone. We’ve both been through pain; sharing it is how we heal.
Man do I love these two! The next day, at Nonnatus, Clairvoyant drops in to see Sister Monica Joan: her son has taken her to her appointments, and will come pick her up later. The surgery went well, and depending on continuing treatment, it seems that Clairvoyant may make a good recovery.
Sister Monica Joan: It must be hard not to have the answers.
Clairvoyant: It’s actually not! I have a purpose again, and I’m ok with whatever time I have left. I also started listening to my spirit guides again. I could read for you, if you still want me to?
Sister Monica Joan: Yes please!
After a moment, Clairvoyant drops Sister Moncia Joan’s hands and claims she’s just tired and didn’t pick anything up, but MJ pushes: what did she see?
Clairvoyant: I felt something. Something unfortunate that will happen here, at Nonnatus house.
Unfortunately for us, we don’t get to find out what that is, at least not yet. I’m personally hoping that Clairvoyant isn’t actually as good at her calling as she claims, but given prior experience with this show, I’m afraid I’m probably out of luck there. But while we wait, Lucille and Cyril both seem to be starting to slowly heal. At Nonnatus, while Sister Monica Joan frets, her colleagues have a laugh with Clairvoyant. And at the hospital, Susie’s dad stops by to see her and baby Clover. What dire tragedy will befall our friends? Will they continue to keep up with their increased workloads? Will Dr. Turner’s vaccination plan succeed? And will Trixie and Phyllis return before the season ends? We’ll just have to check back in next week to find out.
Episode 1 recap: keeping up appearances
Episode 2 recap: oh my god... they were roommates!
Episode 3 recap: build me up buttercup
Episode 4 recap: here comes the sun
Episode 5 recap: a change is gonna come
