Wednesday 1 August 2012
As I am passing a hospital today, not far from Suburbia Somnolenta, I see a fortyish woman standing on the pavement outside. She is holding a letter, printed on NHS letterhead, at waist level in front of her, and she is talking on her mobile phone. “Oh, I’m so ffffed up about it!” she exclaims to the person on the other end of the call.
I don’t think she is a patient or the relative of a patient who had just received bad news. More likely she is an office-worker who has discovered that she is to be subjected to some disciplinary procedure, or is to be made redundant.
[Original posting 1 August 2013]