Christmas Week 2004

A memory flashed into consciousness after a patient watched a film full of bonnets and tailcoats.

Christmas Week 2004. I was at work at the Spinal Injury Unit in Sheffield’s Northern General Hospital . My husband was off work and had gone for a riding lesson, so had strode onto the ward in riding boots and tight fitting jodhpurs. He also was tall and often held himself with a slight imperious air, so when he asked for me, a wisecracking Yorkshire nurse called Alexa scurried from the nurses station into the ward round multi disciplinary meeting where I was busy with the consultants and psychologist and physios and hissed at me

“ There’s a Mr Darcy to see you John” she shared rather breathlessly “His breeches are magnificent !”