The incompetence of The Priory Group – Putting lives at risk

I am not going to mention the specific hospital or even name names but there has been a major cock up at the Priory

Before I came to the Priory, I was instructed to wear a mask as soon as I got out of the car, which I duly did. I then entered reception and they immediately took my temperature. I was then swabbed and taken to my room to be under quarantine; my meals were brought to me.

Thankfully, the results came back the next day and I was clear of Covid, so I was allowed to enter the general patient population.

But yesterday, there was a humongous cock up. A drug addict, aa nice chap who needed help, came in for treatment and he was not wearing a mask. Worse than that, he appeared at the dining table a little later and so we all asked him “have you been tested? are you clear?” He said that he had not been tested and knew nothing about it. He should have been in quarantine.  He was under the care of the Priory and they should have known better.

So, now I have demanded a second Covid test and, for the second time, I am having to go into quarantine, all because Priory’s OWN procedures were not followed.

But it just does not affect me; it affects all of those who were at the dining table last night and all of those who were sitting with that chap for breakfast and lunch.

This complete fowl up could have brought Covid into the Priory when it was totally Covid free.

It is all very well for senior management to bugger off and play golf or do whatever they do but there is no management on site to make serious and urgent decisions.

As if I have not got enough anxiety to deal with; the inept senior management has just loaded more on top and they will be sued.

One of the other chaos was going home tomorrow or Monday and his wife is a nurse. That could mean that the entire ward is affected and sadly vulnerable people will die, all because of the complete mismanagement of the Priory

And the chap I was talking about; thankfully he is Covid free and I am glad for him as well as all the other patients.

But that is not the point, is it? Protocols are there for a reason and are NOT to be broken

Even though the chap is clear of Covid-19, thank goodness, I felt that the situation was so very serious and that essential medical protocols have been broken, I have made a formal complaint. Lives were put at risk. This is the sort of mistake that you would expect from underfunded third world facilities but certainly not The Priory.

I feel that it is all down to saving money and using inexperienced agency and bank staff and not well trained professional nurses. The likes of the Priory should attract the creme de la creme of the nursing profession; they charge all of their patients enough.

The American Venture Capital Company, ADVENT INTERNATIONAL, who owns the group, are certainly getting their pound of flesh

This is not the standard that you would expect from The Priory Group, let alone a facility that is costing me and many others £6,500 to £7,000 a week, if not more.

Isolated

No, I did not take my life but cried out for help. My good friends, NOT MY FAMILY, came to my rescue. I am now in the Priory, somewhere on the mainland and away from the thuggery of the police and the conspiracy of my family.

Yes, some of the people are nice but some of the staff are just little hitlers. I offered my car keys when I arrived but no one took them. Now a little hitler has taken them. I had enough of hearing all about the patients calling their loved ones because I have no one so I walked away and laid on the tailgate of my car, listening to the birds and calming me down. Gosh, that was not allowed either.

I can get on the net, albeit that it is behaves like dial up but I cannot get on my emails because they are blocked; talk about lack of freedom. I can speak to no one, no one at all, not even my friends on the island.

I am totally isolated.

 I got my keys from my room and thrust them in her hand saying that if it was not for Covid, I would book a hotel for 6 weeks, bugger off and sort myself out, as I have always done. After all, I came here voluntarily.

Quite frankly, this place is worse than being on the Isle of Wight, locked up tight in my house

Birthdays, Verity and my Dad (updated)

After throwing up violently before attempting a few hours sleep, I came down again and cancelled something.

I have got to know this lovely couple, all on-line of course and Tracy was great at baking; Trevor was great at metal fabrication. I had got to know them both through You Tube.

So, I thought to myself that I would send Verity a big brownie cake, as I know that she likes that and Tracy was going to put a hand written note in for me saying “Happy birthday love Dad”. I wanted to show Verity that even now, I loved her.

But I have just cancelled it as I am sure the police will construe that as some sort of harassment or think that I am poisoning her so as to have another excuse to brutalise me.

A Bakewell has gone to Dad too but completely anonymous as, in his state, he could throw a real wobbly and I don’t want that. He loves Bakewell tart and I hope that it will bring back some good memories.

Does my so called brother do such little gestures for my father? not in a million years. In fact, he makes no gestures of kindness at all. And who has my Dad really hurt so badly? Me but, although difficult to come to terms with, I am man enough to appreciate that it was his illness that was talking but, through his actions, he has destroyed me nevertheless.

Was my brother around when both my mother and father were ill? of course not

Did he stay with my Dad and I after Mum had died? Not at all; in fact, he could not get back to Wiltshire fast enough

And where was Verity after her nana had died? Certainly not consoling her granddad; it was all just him and me and my little internet business went to rack and ruin, never to recover; it shut down less than a year later, after me having to pump in over £40,000 of my own money to keep it afloat. I stood by my Dad, through all of Mum’s and his illnesses out of love. Out, partying with her friends, no doubt.

She betrayed me for thirty pieces of silver

And where were his so called loyal associates? Never to be seen or heard from. IT IS THOSE PEOPLE WHO HAVE HELPED TO RUIN MY LIFE

Quite frankly, my love for Verity is just about gone now, just like that for my Dad has gone completely, although I am still trying to hang on.

The idea of losing the beard for her birthday has gone too and I fear that I will not last til Liesel’s birthday as I am quite sure that the police will come and smash down my door and then I will be a dribbling mess. So no birthday present for Liesel either and no more David.

I also predict that this blog will come crashing to a sudden halt at the same time because I will be incapable of typing let alone speaking, if I am here at all. I will be what my psychiatrist predicted all of those years ago; a vegetable and there is not a thing that I can do about it

 

Vote against Bob Seely in the next election

In desperation, I asked for help from my very own MP.

I received a “one liner” saying that “MPs are unable to involve themselves in ongoing legal matters

What a complete cop out. I will ask a question of us Brits; what does your MP actually do for you?

Bugger all is the answer. They just shuffle off to their Westminster bubble and do very very little.

Vote against Bob Seely and others like him; let’s get rid of the lazy dross, even if you agree with the policies that they pretend to want to implement but never do

I did not vote last time but, when I have, I have ALWAYS voted Conservative and if I am still on this damn rock by the time of the next election, I will try to suppress my agoraphobia and vote for anyone BUT Bob Seely, that is if I am actually able to vote, which I doubt very much.

I encourage you to do the same

The only way that I will be saved

And I mean that literally. I have fallen to such depths of despair that I really do not want to carry on. Apart from the continual abuse of the police and the unconcerned approach of the courts, this continual harassment of me is endless and no one could take that, let alone me with my scar tissued brain that has taken my susceptibility to stress down to near zero. I will become a jibbering drooling wreck if nothing is done.

If my daughter and the rest of my family have a single molecule of love remaining for me, then they must call off the wolves, otherwise Verity will not have a real father, my father will have lost a son and my cousin will have lost a good friend, a brother; we were really close friends once.

You will have seen, from old posts, the horrendous damage that was done to my brain ( I even uploaded the scans) and that I actually have a hole the size of a small lemon in my brain, which is lined with horrendous scar tissue that has completely defined my life.

It is the most truest thing that I have ever said; if nothing is done and done right now, I will be gone. I could even die from a heart attack because of the stress; that or I will be a mere shell of myself and probably worse than my Alzheimer’s suffering Dad is now. It is an either or, not maybes or could haves; it is a certainty.

For all intense and purposes, I will be dead and all of those who have not helped me will have my blood on their hands.

And for what? Because a rich and powerful man sadly got Alzheimer’s and, as a result, decided that he was going to destroy me and destroy me he has, with the help of most, if not all, of the family as well as most of my father’s associates, who have stayed loyal to him, regardless of the cost to me.

This is not a joke; it has NEVER been a joke

Take it from me, the cost to me has been and will be immeasurable. Will they all be able to sleep at night, knowing that they had a hand in my downfall and the cessation of my existence?

Out of all of them, the worst of them all has to be my cousin. She has continually professed for years how religious she is but she just sits up there in Wales, in her lovely little house, with her lovely dogs and doing absolutely nothing to help me, because if she does, she will upset her Uncle Will or the family and, if she goes against them, she will lose her house, all bought and paid for by her Uncle Will. I have helped her more than anyone apart from her will ever know, both in Canada and in Wales.

What happened to standing up for the weak and helpless like me, her cousin, who she referred to as much more than a cousin but more like a brother because she loved me so much?

Even including Verity, she is the person who has hurt me the most. She will not have a cousin soon.

I am drinking now, in the morning. What does that tell you? A drunk? No. Just starring into the abyss

I have not slept now for 2 days and do not really know what day it is or even what time of the day it is

I was just surfing track days to keep my mind occupied as I do not want to think of what is to become of me. I saw that it was Fathers’ Day coming up. Verity has spent very few of these with me, even when we were on good terms as she could not be bothered  . There was nothing, not even a card, which would have taken 5 minutes, save for one year when I had cufflinks saying “I love you Dad“. Because of her complete disinterest in me, they have now been destroyed; it was too painful a reminder to what I had with Verity but is now no more. But this year,she will not have a proper father for fathers’ day unless something radical happens and fast. I will be gone.

Birthday

After throwing up violently before attempting a few hours sleep, I came down again and cancelled something.

I have got to know this lovely couple, all on-line of course and Tracy was great at baking; Trevor was great at metal fabrication. I had got to know them both through You Tube.

So, I thought to myself that I would send Verity a big brownie cake, as I know that she likes that and Tracy was going to put a hand written note in for me saying “Happy birthday love Dad”. I wanted to show Verity that even now, I loved her.

But I have just cancelled it as I am sure the police will construe that as some sort of harassment or think that I am poisoning her so as to have another excuse to brutalise me.

A Bakewell has gone to Dad too but completely anonymous as, in his state, he could throw a real wobbly and I don’t want that. He loves Bakewell tart and I hope that it will bring back some good memories.

Quite frankly, my love for Verity is just about gone now, just like that for my Dad has gone completely, although I am still trying to hang on.

The idea of losing the beard for her birthday has gone too and I fear that I will not last til Liesel’s birthday as I am quite sure that the police will come and smash down my door and then I will be a dribbling mess. So no birthday present for Liesel either and no more David.

I also predict that this blog will come crashing to a sudden halt at the same time because I will be incapable of typing let alone speaking, if I am here at all. I will be what my psychiatrist predicted all of those years ago; a vegetable and there is not a thing that I can do about it

 

Another go at Isle of Wight Magistrates court and look who is defending me?

Rather self explanatory I think. What an absolute disgrace our courts and police are; they are a rule unto themselves

Re: Re Police v Yourself
David Hender
Fri 29/05/2020 01:39

To:

  •  iowmagistrates;
  •  Joel Leverton 17283 (IOW CID Team A2)
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As I cannot be there myself, I have decided to appoint Mr Farley to act on my behalf.
I particularly wish for him to ask Verity Hender as to why she falsely alleged in 2015/2016 that I had both sexually abused her and caused her actual physical harm. After the evidence that I provided, I was proven to be innocent by both the Crown Prosecution Service and Surrey Police. The scars were in fact caused by self-harming, a matter that I reported to Verity’s school on it being discovered by my then second wife, Rosanna Hender-Rae
Indeed, as I have stated many times, my father confessed, in 2018, to putting Verity up to making the false allegations and money was paid by my father to Verity’s mother, which financed a luxury Scottish holiday, attended by Verity and her mother. Of course, all such evidence of this holiday has been removed from my daughter’s Facebook account, as it would have totally incriminated both Verity and her mother.
These new so-called allegations of harassment are purely an extension of what was alleged before. Indeed, my father tried to blackmail me, via a letter received on 7th June 2018 (attached), to leave the country in lieu of being paid £250,000 and handing back my family company shares, which were worth far more than the monetary amount. This is a man who evaded £6m of capital gains tax when Premium Credit Ltd and Vendcrown Ltd was sold to MBNA. I reported this to HMRC but, like the police, they were disinterested and I received not a single reply.
I, of course, reported this to the police as well but, unsurprisingly, no action was taken against my father.
Indeed, no action has been taken by the police whatsoever, following my slew of allegations; they are just completely disinterested.
ALL of these actions have been taken (or have occurred) as my father is suffering from severe Alzheimer’s and has done for 5 or more years now; he was officially diagnosed in 2015 after having an MRI scan. As a result, his behaviour towards me has been extremely acrimonious and he has done whatever he could to simply destroy my life.
Regards
And this is the man who is going to defend me. I dont think I have any chance in hell and that is what the police and courts want.
He has been a solicitor for 30 years and is still supervised. SUPERVISED MY FOOT
I am sure that he is a very nice chap but is this really all they could do
He probably wont even look at the case and my emails until 5 minutes before the hearing

Henry qualified as a solicitor in 1990 and joined the firm in 2007. He specialises in Criminal defence work.

He has comprehensive experience in all aspects of criminal law and appears daily in the Magistrates Court.  Henry has built a respectable network of lawyers and clients, and has established a very loyal client following. 

Churchers Solicitors has successfully obtained and retained a contract with the Legal Aid Agency, which enables him to carry out publically funded work as well as private work, to a very high standard.

Henry is supervised by senior colleagues of the team.

Of course, the court is breaking the government Covid restrictions too; they just want their pound of flesh

It is 5.30am and I have had enough

Oh and this bringing forward of the date nonsense; it is all a bare faced lie