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Love Labradors•Organic life•Natural World•Italy•Wine•History of Art•Skiing•Mountains•Rome. Travelled a bit •Wife of beloved ParaVeteran •All views my own.
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NHS BRIBED THE WRONG DOCTOR
Dr Kim Holt (@drkimholt) was the designated doctor for children in care at St Ann's Hospital in Haringey. In 2007, she and three colleagues sent a formal written warning to Great Ormond Street Hospital (@GreatOrmondSt) management. Staff shortages. Poor record-keeping. A disaster waiting to happen.
The response was not to fix the clinic. It was to remove Dr Holt from her post and place her on four years of special leave.
When she refused to go quietly, the hospital offered her £80,000 with a gagging order attached. She turned it down. After Baby P died, the offer went up to £120,000. She turned that down too.
Six months after her warnings were ignored, a locum with no experience of the clinic examined Baby Peter Connelly. The signs of abuse were there. They were missed. Two days later, the child was dead.
The NHS Trust that ran the clinic eventually apologised. In writing. Four years later.
Dr Holt went back to work. She framed the apology letter and hung it on her wall.
She then founded Patients First to support the next generation of @NHS whistleblowers, because she knew there would be one.
There always is.
Sources: @guardian @BBCNews @thetimes @drkimholt
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@neeneeruth @IntuitiveLulu Prayers to St Francis 🙏❤️🩹🙏to help you find your beloved Bear
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The body of another child was found under the debris.
Russia killed two kids and 14 adults in Kyiv today. It injured 57 more.
I can't find words. I am aching and sorry for everyone whose lives were ruined by Russia.
RIP.
Anton Gerashchenko@Gerashchenko_en
The body of a 12-year-girl was found under the rubble after the massive Russian attack. She had her whole life ahead of her. Deepest condolences to her family. Russia must pay for its crimes.
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Today we remember Lt Col H. Jones VC, born in 1940
Commanding Officer of 2 PARA during the Falklands War, he was awarded the Victoria Cross after leading an assault at Goose Green in May 1982 🇬🇧
A lasting symbol of courage, leadership and sacrifice
#OTD #HJonesVC #Falklands

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I care. These men are monsters
Vivid.🇮🇱@VividProwess
The Taliban has banned women from speaking to each other in public. Did anyone hear the UN condemn it? Did anyone hear from women's organizations? Did anyone hear from world leaders? Does anyone care, or do they only care when Israel is involved?
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Beef tea was the most reliable medicine in the British pharmacopoeia for over a century. It saved soldiers in the Crimea, fed Florence Nightingale's recovering wounded, kept new mothers alive through the worst of childbed fever, and held weakened patients steady through pneumonia, typhoid, and measles. Between roughly 1840 and 1960, it was what a doctor prescribed when food could no longer be eaten but nutrition could not be skipped.
The recipe was simple. A pound of shin or stewing steak from the butcher, cut into half-inch cubes, placed in a stoneware jar with a spoon of water and a pinch of salt, sealed, and set in a pan of simmering water for three hours. The meat released its juices. The result was strained through muslin. A clear, deep brown liquid that smelled of concentrated beef and tasted of nothing else.
A teacup contained roughly 6g of complete protein, the full B-vitamin profile of the meat, free amino acids in their most bioavailable form, creatine, taurine, and the haem iron from the haemoglobin. Absorbed by a gut too weak to handle anything solid.
Given to women after childbirth. To children recovering from fevers. To soldiers in field hospitals. To the elderly in workhouses. To anyone who couldn't eat but had to be fed.
Bovril was launched in 1886 as a shelf-stable industrial version, originally developed to feed the French army. By 1900 a jar sat in roughly a third of British households.
The modern equivalent is a "bone broth" sold by a wellness brand in Shoreditch at £8 a serving, made from chicken bones in a Wakefield factory with added "natural flavouring."
The real version is forty minutes of work in your kitchen with a piece of beef shin and a jam jar.
The Victorian sickbed knew exactly what it was doing.

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@d_n_f2021 @Rainmaker1973 His fast food delivery , airdrop
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@Rainmaker1973 Wasn't striking a pose, was smelling there scent
It was thinking lunch has arrived
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It is 6.40am on a Tuesday in May. The BBC weather, on the radio in the kitchen, has promised sunny intervals. Brian, looking out at the fell, sees Doris already in the lee of the wall, head slightly down, wool flat against her left side. He puts down his mug. He reaches for his coat. By 10.30am, the rain has come in horizontal off the fell, and the BBC has updated the forecast.
Doris was twenty-six minutes ahead.
She is, by Brian's working tally, twenty-six minutes ahead on about 70% of weather changes.
Sheep have, anatomically, several reasons for this.
A coat of wool that responds to humidity at a level of measurable precision. Wool fibres swell by approximately 16% in diameter at high humidity. A sheep moves slightly differently in damp wool than in dry wool, and Doris has been doing that calculation in her own body for her entire working life.
Olfactory receptors significantly more numerous than the human equivalent. Sheep smell the change in the air long before a human notices the cloud has started to lift.
Barometric pressure sensitivity, well-documented across livestock species. Doris can feel a storm coming before the storm is visible from the gate. She does not know it as a forecast. She knows it as a slight discomfort, and she addresses the discomfort by moving to the lee.
Behavioural rules of thumb developed across millions of generations: lie down before rain, find the lee before wind, move uphill before flooding, move downhill before heavy snow. These are not chosen behaviours. These are the heritable wiring of an animal that has, in the British uplands, had to be right about the weather for ten thousand years.
Brian has, on the farm next door, been watching the flock for thirty-one years. He has observed Doris's behaviour against the BBC forecast more times than he can count.
The BBC has not, to our knowledge, attempted to recruit her.
The BBC's loss.
The forecast said: sunny intervals.
It is, by 10.30am, raining.
The sheep was right.
The sheep is always right.

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