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I am coming to you this morning from beneath a plastic sheet in my living room where I am whiling away the remaining hours before chemical attack by counting my tins of spaghetti and making up songs reflecting Britain’s plucky spirit.
Nursing Standard. 17, 29, 20-20. doi: 10.7748/ns.17.29.20.s35
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