Redundancy
There is a big fuss in the papers this morning about the amount of redundancy paid by the NHS in recent months. It’s here in the Telegraph. Here’s an extract.
Nearly 1,000 health workers have received six-figure exit deals in the past year, with 157 managers and other senior staff receiving more than £200,000 — a 50 per cent rise on the previous year.
Some officials have received golden goodbyes of £600,000 as part of the Government’s ongoing restructuring of the NHS.
i’ve always believed, as someone who has generally been self-employed or has worked in a company I’ve part-owned, that if you earn over a certain amount, then you are not entitled to redundancy and perhaps only get the same legal minimum that say a secretary would get. Surely, if you’re making a six-figure sum a year, you should be able to make provision for if the worst happens.
It may be hard, but it will encourage people to perform.
Eighteen Minute Pasta
I tried to see how fat I could cook the fast pasta recipe on Friday night.
It took me eighteen minutes! The biggest waste of time was waiting for the water to boil for the pasta, despite using a kettle first.
I’m Finally Feeling Better
The rain yesterday seemed to get into my body and for the first time since probably last September, I’m starting to feel better and my nose has almost stopped running with its chronic rhinitis. My gut, which hasn’t been of the best since my stroke, has now returned to good health and any gastro-enterologist would hate all his patients to have such a healthy one.
So my left hand is still a bit gammy, but then it always has been since my arm was broken by the school bully. I can use it for the shift key as I type, but in most instances, I just span with my right. The only thing, I have done a lot with the left is fly an aircraft and ride a bike. Perhaps I should do both of these again?
My skin still itches and my scalp is tight from getting too dry over the winter, but a few days in the rain without a hat will help to cure that. Thinking about it, I’ve always liked being in the rain and rarely used to carry an umbrella. C used to think I was mad sometimes. I once joked to her, that I was short because I spent too much time in the rain.
But I’m getting there and I think more and more, that a lot of my troubles were caused by changes I made on the death of C, like the duvet and extra radiators I put in at the previous house, and the very dry atmosphere I have lived in since the stroke. In Hong Kong, the hospital had large picture windows, where the sun streamed through and guess what, it is the same in this house. The air has been particularly dry outside all last winter and only now is it getting more humid.
Quite a few of my eye problems have gone away too, although I still have the left lower vision loss from the stroke. My eyes are at last getting wetter more of the time. i think I could probably get my driving licence back! But why bother?
I shall make sure I don’t repeat drying myself out!
How To Beat Car Price Depreciation
The title of this post came from one of the most read stories on the BBC web site. It’s here.
It’s something I don’t suffer from. I don’t have a car any more and don’t miss it one bit.
Take today and Bank Holiday Monday.
I have a list of places, I’d like to visit and every one is an easy journey by public transport, where I’ll probably sit on the top deck of a comfortable bus, enjoying the view and looking for little oddities to photograph. I’m also going to try out a new restaurant, where my son and I, will celebrate his birthday. Parking at one of the places would be impossible, except for a bike, but the bus virtually stops outside.
Cutting the cost of motoring is a bit like cutting the cost of smoking!
Just give it up!
The Anonymous Widower 