Sat-in-traffic grab.

Another day on the response car, making the best of what there is in a (seemingly) crumbling NHS. Little old people falling between the cracks in The System through no fault of their own; GP surgeries who are as oversubscribed as we are and can't get to the phone; waiting for over an hour for ambulance backup and having to make another plan because there just wasn't any.
A colleague rather sagely put it as coming in to work, rummaging around for a few hours, and then going home. You do what you can with what you've got, and then go home hoping it was enough.

The Divide seems a world away now.