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I applaud a focus on brains and skills over image. But frankly I don’t aspire to stride the world sporting elastic waists and cosy trouser suits and I don’t think you need to choose. And neither, does it seem, do the pensioners I met recently at my local hospital where I recently spent two days in my local A and E department with my ageing mother who needed help for a nasty blood clot in her leg.
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Statistics show that there has been an alarming rise in cancellations of operations because of the pressure created by A and E admissions using the beds. Sometimes operations are cancelled ON THE DAY. What kind of medieval torment is that? I can think of little worse than having spent months psyching myself up for a hip replacement only to be told that Mrs Miggins has fallen over her cat and has jumped the queue and so I will have to postpone making my peace with my family, God and everyone who knows me for another couple of days.
But there was a plus side. These elderly ladies clearly weren’t compromising on their appearance. In the hospital shop alongside hundreds of copies of the Daily Mail and packets of wet wipes, I noticed a nail varnish drying machine and a pair of hair straighteners for sale. Which made me wonder. Are all these pensioners whisked into the wards from A and E secretly planning to shin down the fire escapes for glamorous nights out hitting the dance floor and downing their bodyweight in Mojitos? Makes you think.