I lost about a stone. I did not drink, which surprised everybody including me, and started running instead, which is more embarrassing.
And in the April of 2024 I wrote a letter of resignation and did not send it, and it is still in a drawer, and Halla has asked me twice why I keep it and I have not got an answer that satisfies either of us.
Yvie.
She was twenty-nine when she signed that statement.
I have read it about forty times. It is a page and a half and it is not, in itself, a lie — that is the clever bit, and it is the bit that tells you who drafted it.
It says that I worked long hours. True. It says I was distressed in the staff room on an occasion in the November of 2022 — which I was, because I had come out of a clinic in which I had told a family something nobody wants to hear, and she sat with me for forty minutes and got me tea.
