Last night Lady Mary had a somewhat tentative snog with hubby-to-be Mathew Crawley.
In this age where everyone is exposed to on line sex, Kate Windsor's bare boobies and everyday language that even the most inarticulate Liverpudlian docker would blush at... this sweet little scene reminded me that in times gone by, people did live gentle,uninformed and somewhat innocent lives.
A few years ago I remember nursing an Indian lady who had suffered a TB paralysis. She was in her late 60s and although she had a large number of visitors from her extended family, she had never married or had children of her own.
All of this lady's personal care was carried out by female staff but I do remember one occasion when she required a turn in bed and only one female support worker and I were available to do the deed.
I explained the situation to the patient and assured her that by folding the sheets in a certain way, I would not compromise her modesty, and she agreed I could help with a quiet passivity.
Just before I started to pull back the covers, I remember the lady reached over to her locker to pull out a face flannel which she placed over her own face before the turn, and I remember the support worker ( a delightful Sheffield lass called Diane) putting her hand over her own mouth in a gesture of sympathy.and concern
Even though the lady agreed to me to help, she just could not face to watch
me complete this everyday and usually unthinking procedure.She was just too ashamed
With great presence of mind, the support worker took the flannel away and gestured to the patient that I would close my eyes during the whole turn, which the patient agreed to with a huge sigh.
I shut my eyes and the turn was done, without me seeing an inch of uncovered flesh.
.....a bit of sweet humanity.