It's about time ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's a Leap Year today, so I thought I'd write about time. Specifically, the amount of time it's taking the good ol' NHS to see my 86 year old Mum, who broke her back in an accident almost two years ago. I waited with her in Accident & Emergency for thirteen hours and then, after being (very well) treated at Salford Royal Hospital, she was given an appointment to be seen by a specialist in April last year. That was cancelled at the last minute and she was given yesterday as her new appointment. That visit was cancelled with a phone call at 9.30 in the morning, and she now has to wait until next July to be seen. You can imagine how angry and disgusted I am at the moment. I'll spare you the **%$@^^^ words, but all I can say is I'm so glad I don't live in the UK anymore. The place has gone to the dogs ..

Speaking of dogs, today's photograph (Of a clock. See what I did, there?) is from the next of my photography books. Called 'Riding the dirty dog', it is a collection of photographs from a Greyhound Bus trip I took in 1985. I spent a whole week on various buses, trying to get to as many cities as I could in seven days. Why? Ah, you'll have to get the book ..