Can I add my congratulations to you for humane, entertaining and (mostly) sane dispatches from the front line of the NHS. My father was an ambulance driver and of course never looked after himself. I was present at a rather surreal incident when his colleagues piled up at our house to jump start him after years of carting people to and from hospital took their toll. He managed 20 more years of life and countless grandchildren after that brush with the grim reaper! I work in a different part of the public sector with strong links to the Police. I've started my own blog as therapy: Legitimate Tangent: Notes on the Lunacy of British Public Sector Life http://legitimatetangent.blogspot.com/ I wonder if you could take a few moments to look it over. Ian Hislop and Stephen Pollard of the Spectator think it's OK, it just could do with a bit of a lift from your many readers, for example. And perhaps, if you think it's any use, a place on your blogroll? Anyway, nice to make contact. I was able to say at my dad's funeral that one of the best things about him was that he was someone you could always rely on in a crisis. That was the job, that was.