How would you feel if you had been waiting 2 years for a hip replacement operation, you'd been given the date, 11 January, then the day before, after you'd psyched yourself up, made loads of arrangements, it was cancelled indefinitely as 50,000 operations in January, and 50,000 operations in February cancelled owing to lack of investment in the NHS by this Conservative government. Then your obese friend rings up to say she is having her hip op immediately: done privately for £12,000. Aneurin Bevan is rotating in his grave ( and I'm in agony). Now that's something to feel depressed about.