I’m calling it quits on Call The Midwife. I was enjoying it, and there’s plenty to enjoy (and how I will miss Miranda Hart), but I can’t take it anymore for two reasons:
- The narration is AWFUL. It’s cloying, it’s saccharine, and it makes me want to punch the main character (whose story this is). Vanessa Redgrave’s voice can’t save it.
- The lengths these story lines will go to impress upon us just how bad life was for poor mothers in East London are getting ridiculous, and we only just started season 2. My final straw was the Swedish woman whose father brought her onto his cargo ship when she was young to, ahem, service the crew. But you know, he loves her.