GOSH

Today Hannelie, Dan, Abi and I went down to London for a check up at Great Ormond Street. I took this photo on the walk between Euston and the hospital, commenting that there were lots of aerials but no satellite dishes (to which Hannelie pointed out that they probably all have cable).

Great Ormond Street was the same it always is; heartbreaking and yet also brimming with optimism and humanity. It's a cocktail that I find hard to swallow and, as has happened so many times before, my emotional confusion manifested itself as a deep anger focussed on David Cameron and his government, driven as it is by ideology rather than compassion or good sense.

Cameron, the man multimillionaire benefit recipient, who has said that only those who need them should accept benefits, also made god use of the NHS when it suited him, although now his government is just selling bits of it to their friends and to benefit themselves.

And perhaps there would have been more money for GOSH if George Osborne, the financial incompetent, hadn't lost £320 million on the sale of the Lloyds Banking Group or if the Post Office hadn't been sold at around 60% of its actual value. Of course, the latter was in the hands of Vince Cable. ridiculously touted as the man in government who understands business, which he patently doesn't. Incidentally, today he was defending zero hours contracts, saying they gave workers flexibility around when they worked. My God, that degree of stupidity and naivety would be (almost) funny, if he wasn't in government.

*deep breath*

Anyway, the people at GOSH were brilliant, as usual, and I just hope we get a different government in next time 'round, although, really, who the hell would you vote for?