High life | 18 February 2012

Gstaad

Here we go again! ‘I hear music and there’s no one there, I smell blossoms and the trees are bare, all at once I seem to walk on air…’ Some of you, or perhaps all of you, must be getting rather tired of this, but I simply can’t help it. I’m not doing it on purpose, that I swear on the Bible. In fact, I dropped in on the terribly nice village doctor although I knew it was a total waste of his time and mine. His diagnosis, as always with such symptoms: ‘There is nothing you can take to relieve that pleasant ache; you’re not sick, you’re just in love.’

Yes, folks, this time she’s Jessica Raine, that graceful and shy nurse Jenny in the Sunday-night soap Call the Midwife. This is the kind of coup de foudre I haven’t experienced in years. Cupid’s arrow pierced my breast three Sundays ago, and I haven’t had a peaceful night’s sleep since.