I love it, for me it’s perfect Sunday night escapism. It’s not always sugar-coated, though, by any means (remember the thalidomide victims, particularly the poor little scrap left out on a chilly windowsill to die). Jennifer Worth’s books are all about her personal experiences and there are some harrowing stories in there. Plenty of heartwarming ones, too, about life in the East End. The series, of course, has moved on from the books, though I’m sure there was talk about her experiences as a nurse in the local workhouse being televised too.