Once
upon a time in a land quite close to where we live now there was a
hospital loved by patients, doctors and public alike. All the mummies
and daddies and neighbours knew that they were safe because the
hospital had all the right machines and clever doctors and nurses to
look after the families of Lewisham if they got ill.
All
until one day when a bumbling accountant came to town. An evil
enchantment had been put on the accountant by the wicked magician
Mckinsey and so the poor man could only see the world in pound notes.
But children, it wasn't real money, it was the money of accountancy –
a special kind of money that can disappear with a slight of hand.
The
evil magician Mckinsey wanted all the hospital's money for himself and
so he told the accountant to close the hospital to 'rationalise
services'. All the people of Lewisham cried, 'Oh no! Don't take our
lovely hospital – we love it so!'. But the naughty magician had
made the accountant deaf and so he couldn't hear the people and
carried on only thinking about money.
At
this time, a Huntsman looked out from his tower. When he saw the
people of Lewisham crying in the streets and shouting in protest he
whispered to his friends, 'Who are these people? Why do they fuss?
Don't they know that the evil magician McKinsey knows what's best for
them? Don't they want the shiny hospital in the next kingdom we are
offering them? Never mind that it's got no transport links, no matter
that there will be too many people using it. People don't really need
local emergency services, do they?'.
So
the people of Lewisham shouted louder and refused to leave their
hospital. They sent envoys to far away kingdoms to warn them that the
Huntsman and the evil magician would visit them next to rationalise
their services out of their hands and sell off their land to strange
companies.
However,
the Huntsman had forgotten that he lived in a democracy and was in
danger of losing his tower. He then suddenly remembered a tale from
the town he came from, where he had heard that in years gone by his hospital had also been threatened by the great dragon Austerity. He
vaguely recalled that he had been one of the men who had slain the
dragon and rescued the hospital.
As
these memories broke through the fog of the spell cast on him by
McKinsey: he was emboldened and drove the evil wizard from his tower.
Lewisham
Hospital was saved and there was rejoicing across the land.
So
sleep well dear children for this is only a fairy story and Level 3
acute care remains in the borough of Lewisham.
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