I had a better night's sleep than I had the night before, but I'm
not at all convinced about this "double duvet" theory of “er indoors TM” 's.
I was again wide awake far too early, and so I
watched the second episode of "Peep Show" which was an
improvement on the first. Perhaps the show has promise?
I got dressed in the
dark as I do; easier said than done when small dogs are determined to be sat
upon. I moved them out of the way so that I could sit on the edge of the bed,
and they moved back again. They can be stubborn little things sometimes.
I walked two streets
away to where I'd left my car then had a little Munzee adventure before heading
up the motorway. Being the first day of the Clan War I got a couple of Qrates
and deployed a Golden Carrot too.
As I drove to work I
listened to the radio. Wars still rage in Gaza and Ukraine. For all that loads
of air-time was spent on them, there wasn't really anything new to report. As
in pretty much every war ever, those suffering aren't those with anything to do
with the causes of the war. One day the little people will say "enough
is enough", and those who want a war will have to face the
consequences of starting one.
But not today it would
seem.
And there was talk
about the junior doctors who went on strike this
morning. Apparently the strike was only going to happen if there had been no
pay offer over the Christmas period. Some politician or other spouted loads of
management-type catchphrases whilst trying to brush over the fact that there
had been no offer (increased or otherwise). This was followed by an
interview with the head honcho of an NHS Trust in Surrey who spoke about the
six-day strike covering "four working days". Doesn't this
speak volumes about the head honchos in the NHS? In a hospital every day is a
working day... isn't it?
I must admit I feel for
the junior doctors' position; if only out of a sense of self-interest. I want
there to be doctors in hospitals as I get older and need them more. As the
junior doctors point out, with their wages having fallen by thirty-five per cent
in real terms, who wants to be a doctor when you can do something far more
lucrative needing far less qualifications and far less effort.
Ironically at tea break
I found myself looking at my old school's Facebook group in which I saw people
with whom I went to school who have retired years ago and live in far better
houses than I've got with pensions higher than my wages...
One of them - the lad
who sat next to me for many lessons for many years - was having his birthday
today. He retired a couple of years ago and lives in one of the expensive
mansions by the park in Hastings.
If I had my time again
I wouldn't go into health care again. I'd go into industry and business like
all my old schoolmates did.
I’ve done this rant before, haven’t I?
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