Last night I dreamed that Sloven Health pitched up at LB’s pre-inquest review meeting and argued that his death wasn’t unnatural or violent to avoid there being a jury at the inquest.

That they still hadn’t disciplined staff 18 months on. I dreamed that they had been surveilling my social media activity from the time LB went into the unit. And written and circulated a briefing about my blog, the day after he died. I dreamed that they didn’t pay attention to the content of the blog, other than scanning for defamation nobbling opportunities. So they completely ignored the warnings I was providing around his seizure activity.

I was kind of momentarily relieved when I woke up.  I’d been dreaming. I mean we’re talking about the NHS here. The National Health Service. A publicly funded body built on the premise of equality of healthcare for all. Not some grubby, two bit, private organisation that couldn’t give a flying fuck about people.