A Wee Bit of a Problem: Britain’s GP Surgeries Are Drowning in Golden Gifts

Forget waiting lists—the real NHS crisis is Brenda lobbing jam jars of wee through the letterbox like it’s a bodily-fluid Bake Off.

I once spent a delightful afternoon in the Cotswolds being shouted at by Mrs G for forgetting the sourdough starter in the airing cupboard and accidentally fermenting her yoga socks. But even that domestic biohazard doesn’t come close to what’s currently fermenting in the back rooms of some poor GP surgeries in Scotland.

Because, we now find ourselves li…