Oh Great, Another Strike – Because Cancer Patients Clearly Weren’t Waiting Long Enough Already

When Florence Nightingale would rather light a scented candle than call 111, you know we’ve officially diagnosed the NHS with a terminal case of strike fever!

Last week my 88-year-old neighbour, a sweet woman who still remembers ration books and thinks TikTok is a mint, called an ambulance because her chest hurt. She was told it would take three hours. Three. I could get to Paris, buy a baguette and still have time for a brisk trot around the Eiffel Tower before an NHS ambulance turned up in Gloucestershire.

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