Well that’s nice isn’t it.
The tax-paying public get to pay these workers a handy sum of £250 just for turning up at work in bad weather.
I turn up for work in bad weather. Once I trudged my way through three inches of snow for three and a half miles. I wrapped myself in water-proof gear that I normally use for hiking and camping in severe mountainous terrain … and I wore huge, clumsy rubber wellies – bright yellow ones with red strawberries painted on, to protect my tiny feet from drowning in the snow. I was sweating like a bloody pig when I got there. And I made it on time too. Lot’s of other hospital workers made it too. They had to. The patients depended on them.
Where’s our 250 quid?