Three minutes after 10 is the time. And I could be completely misreading the room on this, or indeed, the country.

But I'm minded to ask a question, why are we not panicking more? And I don't really like that question, because it turns me into a sort of a bit of a chicken licking, doesn't it?

Oh, the sky is falling in, no it's not.

It's just an acorn that landed on your head, your little silly little chicken.

But some of these headlines are chilling, I think, is the word I would use.

Delays are killing hundreds every week, say doctors.

And then we have the stories, of course course of what those delays mean one particularly

heartbreaking account today of a man who'd suffered a heart attack some of the statistics are

stunning in the worst way that the weights now longer than they have ever been an average one hour, 32 minutes and 54 seconds to respond to emergency category two calls,

which includes victims of heart attacks, burns, epilepsy and strokes.

How many people get a lump in their throat just at those words because they're thinking of someone they love?

An ambulance for my dad turned up quickly

and they couldn't save him.

But sitting there, I just picture my mum,

sitting there for an hour, 32 minutes and 54 seconds

with dad lying on the floor.

I mean, man, that's astonishing, right?

It's supposed to be 18 minutes.

That's the target.

One in 10, category, two patients had to wait at least three and a half hours for an ambulance.

This means people are dying.

And then, of course, you have the knock-on effect of people who have got into the back of an ambulance,

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