The butterfly beats its wings, and we are all prisoners of time.
(Can you hear the crickets? The Bouzouki?)
No, not the climate, not the uncollected bins, the zero hours, no, not the Shitty White Men travelling on purpose-built spaceships that fly over the filth and poverty of a world falling apart, all of it together.
Imagine being able to converse with a cat.
That’s what Nakata can do.
You see, The Plan says that more will be invested into community care, yet, the cumbersome nature of the NHS, again, the upside-down system of health and social care has resulted in lots or organisation and reorganisation but little transformational thought, little concept of how we can do things differently.
At this level of development or, evolution that was what worked at that time; what more was there?
I won’t expand on the place of introverts and extraverts; I always imagined that computers would prefer peace and quiet to bombast.
When in pain, when angry or upset, which words come to my lips?
You’re safe; you have a key safe – a digital lock on the outside of your house to help the carers get-in. I heard this week that since Grenfell there has been a thing about the safety of key safes and they are now considered unsafe, perhaps providing too tempting a means of entry toContinue reading “Key Safe”
Yesterday I received a letter from a GP. How many of you (patients, that is), realise that within our health and care system, on which at times your life, or the life of your family depends, and, despite 21st century technology that can take us to Mars and back, doctors are writing each other letters.Continue reading “(299 792 458) The Speed of Light”
Douglas Adams & Healthcare running in circles