Just one day late: A true little Christmas story. It was a cold December. In a little school in a little town somewhere up north, preparations were made for the yearly nativity play. It was an important tradition. This took place at a time when people still believed that Christmas had something to do with God and Jesus and all that and everyone was suitable excited. …
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For a couple of weeks now, I’ve been on my own in displaying this red tag of hope and remembrance when walking down the streets passed African beauty parlours, Guajarati gold shops and Jamaican food joints. Why is that? Don’t people here know about the great war? Don’t they care? Or is the poppy’s Britain not theirs? Maybe it’s just that they don’t find the Great War particularly… You know… Great? …
The slightly elderly gentleman came along nicely after his not very serious procedure. He sat up on his trolley, looked around in the recovery room and seemed quite pleased with things. There was an air of confidence about him. He was happy with himself and you got the feeling he had reason to be. I greeted him and said that I was the one to take him up from theatres to the day surgery …
My holiday had just started and all was as it should. Then Fabio entered the room… On the northern tip of Yafo (Jaffa), an ancient Mediterranean city once famous for its oranges and just a stone throw from Tel Aviv, its baby-young neighbour, is Old Jaffa Hostel, a friendly refuge for travellers during three decades. If it’s a posh hotel you want, this isn’t it. But as far as hostels go, they …
We love the NHS. It might be Britain’s most important institution. Every day I show up at work I meet people from literally all walks of life with the only thing in common that they are in need of healthcare. I do my share, among thousands of others, in providing that care. It’s something very basic and human about it and, often, it’s truly rewarding. But. The precious national treasure has …
