Can’t help – shouldn’t laugh but in reality feel sorry

The same local bin closed a Victorian set of chalets which had become a second Psychy bin. What happened to all the patients – overnight defined as capable of looking after themselves in the community by the collective case conference bum warmers in the NHS.
Okay so out they go into local community dwelling but geographically completely disorientated. Where do they go after being fed and watered at their new community accommodation?
Well where do bees go? To the original hive of course.

We have a regularly seen senior citizen – female in a skirt and blouse, tousled grey hair, Doc Martens lace up and white football socks. Grunting away frightening all kids and infants in push chairs and looking for coins by pressing refund button, accidently left by persons using ticket vending machines. In and out of shops still grunting like a sow in heat.

Another local character – wears a Deer stalker hat with a mass of badges on it. Usual occupation talking to anyone or to himself and looking for coin refunds but more specifically picking up cigarette buts and smoking them.

Then we have the daily star performer. Youngish gets off the bus on his free bus pass, begins screaming profanities along the pavement loud enough for people in upstairs windows to hear. Keeps going walking like a man possessed until he reaches a road to cross. The profanities stop and he looks right, left, and right again and safely crosses commencing of course with the profanities once safely across.

There you have it how the NHS treats people, yours and my relatives/friends maybe, certainly someone’s relatives. Do the bum warmers care – not a yot.