When I tell people I work for the British Red Cross they assume I spend my time leaping from a helicopter onto a disaster area, pulling children from rubble while giving CPR to a nun.
Usually I do nothing to correct them because I’m a vain, vain man but in my more honest moments I tell them I actually manage health and social care services in Glasgow, Renfrewshire and Lanarkshire.
You should see their faces fall. They show the kind of disappointment usually reserved for my mum on parents’ evening. Or mother’s day. That’s the injustice this blog aims to tackle! More