Streeting sounds like a bookie - just don't look to closely at his prices.
The Lurgy continues apace. Wretched hacking, goeey, gluey lungs, brain fog, waking every three hours to breathe and hack… as someone once suggested, “Money isn’t everything - but it is a close second to oxygen.” Inevitably, when one’s mental guard is down, and one’s mortality is being discussed by the Powers That Be, one starts to catch up on matters medical, just in case… forewarned is forearmed etc etc. This rush to embrace medical well-being might be considered too little, too late, but it has started with a new lung exercise which involves me shouting at the radio as the oleaginous Wes Streeting makes another of his expansive Government statements. Yesterday’s offering was a doozy! It was like Jesus had arrived to cure us all…. I wanted to hear the Ashington Colliery Band playing Dvořák’s 9th “From the New World”. “Aye, I can remember a time just after the war when olt King was ont throne and that young lad Streeting saved us all from…”
He said:
