9th April, 2020.
You know, I think I’ve just got the Clap …
I’m being very metaphorical, here, I should add!
For the past few weeks, the idea of clapping — at 8 o’clock on a Thursday evening — to show ones appreciation for the keyworkers of the National Health Service.
I have to admit to feeling a little bit uncomfortable about it, myself.
Yes: it’s a nice gesture: one that shows our support for a service that is Britain’s finest.
But I can’t help but think it’s exactly that: a gesture.
One we don’t do under normal circumstances, when, maybe, we should.
And a gesture that should be replaced.
By proper funding for their places of work, a more than generous pay-rise for still living staff, good pensions …
And equally good arrangements for the families of NHS staff who’ve died as a result of Covid-19.
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All this happened of course, just as I was sitting down in front of the TV.
Gesture, or otherwise?
The least I could do was hold on for five minutes, whilst the applause was going on.
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