Theresa May has been accused of ignoring news that NHS GP services have begun to charge for consultations.
In some parts of the UK, NHS patients will have to continue to wait four weeks for a seven-minute appointment with a GP unless they are prepared to pay £40 for a ten-minute phone consultation, £80 for a 20-minute face-to-face appointment or £145 for a 40-minute consultation.
The first roll out of this newly-privatised GP service has already been announced in Dorset – but only in the local press.
There has been no comment from the Conservative Party.
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Icy fragments on the endless grass
In beauty with the sun’s soft rays.
A haiku which has been published on Freya Pickard’s Pure Haiku. Check out her wonderful blog here https://purehaiku.wordpress.com/
Isolation missed Mountainous clouds in your eyes Rain of lonely drop.
28 by Nate Leland
I watched the moon rise like she was forgetting
another lover every minute,
like tonight… she was finally
gonna make it,
gonna trampoline off clouds and find her way without
Gravity been too heavy,
and the oceans are exactly as big as they seem.
Do you know what it’s like
when even water follows you everywhere you go,
but doesn’t have the time or inclination to touch you?
She was the opposite of meteorites,
bound for space where she would revolve around no one.
When your life is a reflection of another’s light,
how would you feel about the one who monthly blotted you out
and recarved your face every night in shades of his image?
Tonight she is untarnished.
Tonight her texture is only the shadows of her own character.
Tonight she is so beautiful and generous,
the man in the moon nothing but…
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A fountain of ice
in your eyes and your words strikes
in cold stillness.
“The truth is, a great mind must be androgynous.”
– Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I sit here like a moon of Neptune.
I want to run away and hide,
But I’m in orbit.
Nothing could take me away.
Even to drown in the waters,
I’m still there.
How ordinary it is.