A favourite little story from Finsbury Park... during one half term I’d take my sons to the playground daily. We noticed a man would arrive briefly each morning on a bicycle, he would cycle enthusiastically around the pond shouting ‘Henrietta’ at the top of his lungs I would smile politely… I hoped he was OK…and that someone was looking out for him. This continued for some days. Then on our last day, as the man completed his second circuit/Henrietta chorus, we saw a heron swoop down to meet the man on the bike.

On the #nursesstrike. I’ve spent most of the last 3 months in hospital with my 10 month old baby. Yes the doctors and surgeons have been exceptional, but my god the nurses… Nurses working around the clock to give life saving medicines, meticulous measuring/monitoring to raise the alarm when problems arise, and just as importantly the arm squeeze to give comfort when it gets too much, the offer of a cup of tea, such important care and compassion