Second consecutive day without any NHS texts, Given the texts I received at the weekend, I can't help but feel that the texter-in-chief on Sunday was doing the equivalent of a radio DJ playing 'Hotel California' so he can take a dump and read the back page, and this lack of text would be in line with that.

Felt less flat today, every day can't be gold, I suppose. Mrs C did the big payday shop today and pitched a beauty; she also gave the car a proper drink at Costco, all but filling...