An unsafe ward

This is the story of how my father died in a modern British hospital. In late March 2012 he organised his own 90th birthday party, where he stood and delivered an articulate and funny after dinner speech. He was a retired anaesthetist living alone and independently in a small village in the north of England. By the beginning of May he was dead, having sustained a fractured femur in hospital (not Mid Staffordshire NHS Foundation Trust). He had...