For six glorious years in the 90s, the story of an ill-equipped but sassy woman from Queens working as the nanny for an affluent Manhattan family ruled television screens around the world.
There was Fran’s disastrous love life, Mr Sheffield’s insatiable need to beat Andrew Lloyd Webber at the Broadway game, Niles’ love of humiliating CC Babcock at every turn, Sylvia Fine’s plastic-covered couches, Grandma Yetta’s nonsensical but incredible ramblings, the coming of age stories of Maggie, Brighton and Gracie. Basically, it was a sitcom that had it all.
