Before I took the veil, my mama and I would on occasion take tea at an hotel in London. Her name escapes me now, but perhaps that does not matter. It had a door that revolved, and it seemed to me the whole world passed through it, no face the same. Always spinning, like figurines in a music box. The visages became quite blurred....
— Sister Monica Joan, Call the Midwife, on the departure of two previous nurses and the arrival of a new one
