It’s been fifteen days now. Over two weeks and that kiss is still playing on an endless loop in my mind. The scene that simultaneously filled me with joy and dread, and I was thinking I’m never going to recapture that moment.
That moment of wordless jubilation, of elated vindication that had me literally throwing my arms in the air and yelling. Followed by the relentless slump into despair when Patsy’s words really registered.
What magic do these characters have that part of my life would honestly be shattered if they don’t return in the next series?
How am I, an otherwise rational human being, so enamoured of a pair of fictional vintage nurses that my life would be different without them? A small Welsh one especially.
I am irrevocable changed because of Patsy and Delia. Just thought you all ought to know.