Where have I been? Doing maintenance work on our bubble, deflating and storing in the loft. Back downstairs and put the news on. Damn! Bubble back out of the loft, inflated and ready for I don’t know wot.
Well, so, here we are again and by that I mean ignoring mode. Still no sign of plague carts on our street which is strange as, going by our ‘news’ channels, I would’ve expected them to be up to two collections a day by now; minimum.
In amongst all the negative news, one thing occurred to me and that would be they Nightingale hospitals we have scattered round the country and, it would seem, unused. Who had the idea way back? Was it the NHS, blessed be its name, or the governments idea? Or a combination? Thing is, we are now told that, in a nut shell, they can’t be used owing to the lack of staff to man or woman them.
Now, back in the planning days, when someone came up with this idea, that person must’ve presented his/her/its idea at a meeting of very many very cleaver people who, it seems, all thought it was a doozey of an idea. These meeting attendees were all so bright, not one of them though to ask the originator where he/she/it would be getting the staff to run said emergency response hot spots. Seems to me if one person had asked and a comprehensive answer along the lines of, “Errr...” was forthcoming, they may have had pause for thought and could’ve saved millions to better serve the hospitals we already have.
I believe the NHS, blessed be its name, employs some one point three million people and I also understand that if you build a beast and give it free money, it’ll bloat itself from the head down thus management positions, such as diversity coordinators and such, will greatly outnumber those manning the front-line trenches which beggars my argument that there must be someone up there who would be capable of spotting the problem of new beds vs. folk to take care of said bed occupants. Or is it a case of folk with three line job titles, all shiny in nice new suites, sitting in impressive offices, acting all superior have absolutely nothing of any import going on under their polished hoods?
Quote; C. S. Lewis.
“I live in the Managerial Age, in a world of "Admin." The greatest evil is not now done in those sordid "dens of crime" that Dickens loved to paint. It is not done even in concentration camps and labour camps. In those we see its final result. But it is conceived and ordered (moved, seconded, carried, and minuted) in clean, carpeted, warmed and well-lighted offices, by quiet men with white collars and cut fingernails and smooth-shaven cheeks who do not need to raise their voices. Hence, naturally enough, my symbol for Hell is something like the bureaucracy of a police state or the office of a thoroughly nasty business concern."
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