And welcome back to me talking about whatever I feel like.
Today I feel like talking about the NHS.
For the first time since the dreary virus monopolised our lives, I actually heard some clapping last night. It was only one lady, four doors down. She looked a bit self-conscious and didn’t do it for very long before she shot back inside but, fair play to her.
Do you sister.
She was disappearing back into her house by the time I saw her so I didn’t get a chance to offer any moral support but it did get me to thinking.
Is all the clapping making the NHS staff feel better?
I mean, is that going to be it?
Is that all they get?
I don’t know anyone who works for the organisation so I can’t speak to how they feel in any official sense, but they’re literally putting their lives on the line every time they show up for work.
Whilst other key workers are also at risk, no doubt about it, the odds are less catastrophic for an Amazon delivery driver than for a nurse working on a ward stuffed to the ceiling with people who categorically, unequivocally already have The-Virus.
So, whilst I’m in favour of any gesture that shows support and gratitude, we need to be mindful that that’s all it is – a gesture.
And it is nice that Government have jumped on the bandwagon and are out clapping too.
But I seriously hope they’ve got a better plan in mind than that.
My neighbour four doors down is clapping because that’s all she can offer in terms of championing the cause, she’s just one person and has limited ability to do anything more substantial.
She’s doing what she can, and I get that.
Our Government, not so much.
Additional annual leave.
A week in Corfu?
There’s a lot that can, and should, be offered to NHS workers.
So clap your heart out No10 but I for one expect to see you getting your wallets out when this is all over.
NHS employees deserve real, tangible recognition.
And we all know it.