Well we had a massive family gathering in deepest Scrumpyshire this evening. There's me who, in the last 18 months, has had a bad shoulder that I can't get seen to, and two terrible bouts of cellulitis (one life-threatening, with an overnight stay in A&E) that I couldn't even see my GP face-to-face about. And there's my sis-in-law, an incredibly dedicated GP who works mainly with students in Exeter. We were both nearly in tears, me regaling her with my woes, her telling us that she was working 13 hours a day, every day, until she dropped...

We're both still here. But she might not be for long. The stresses and strains of being a GP in this country are just too much. I think that this is a pattern repeating right though the NHS and the care sector.