Have you noticed the temperature? It’s got weirdly balmy all of a sudden. And the forecasters are predicting a spell of bikini weather over the festive period. By Boxing Day, we’ll be tippling iced cocktails to take the edge off the muggy gusts breezing up from the tropics. This is bad news for the energy companies. And it’s even worse for Labour MPs who love a winter breakdown in the NHS. The party’s crisis-profiteers are praying for icy blizzards and vicious gales chiselling down from the frozen north.
They were hard at it today. Jeremy Corbyn assumed a gloating tone when he asked Mrs May about underfunding, missed targets and other symptoms of ‘the crisis’. ‘Let me tell you what’s happening in the health service,’ said the prime minister. ‘Chaos,’ shouted Labour. ‘Chaos! chaos’. They chanted ‘Chaos’ as if he were a goal-scoring Brazilian legend dribbling past the keeper ready to fire the ball into the net.
The truth is that Labour watches the NHS like a hyena stalking a sick wildebeest.
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