On the 15th of April 1989, I was lying in a hospital bed in Sheffield, recovering from Meningitis and Encephalitis which had almost killed me a fortnight earlier. There’s not really a lot I remember from those few weeks, but …

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Imagine the situation. You’re housebound and a nurse comes to change your dressing. Once she’s done that, she offers to make you a cup of tea. It’s not technically part of her professional role, but you’re the last call of …

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