the actual cost of eleven months of not telling me, and it is not the mortgage, it is a nineteen-year-old in 2036 who will not be getting a flat.
The rough nights. The nights he did not come home at all. A forty-four-year-old consultant surgeon in a hi-vis vest, loading pallets, on the shift nobody wants because it pays eighty pence more an hour.
Here is what happened in the March.
A twelve-year-old patient, and I am not going to write about that child beyond saying that she is alive.
He was suspended pending an investigation.
And when that investigation finally reported — three weeks before I walked into that corridor with a lunch box — it found no fault on his part.
None. It is in writing.
It was a system failure. A rota running two short on a Saturday night. A second signature required by policy with nobody available in
