You are correct. I am making no judgement and indulging no sanctimony. Merely invoking you a symbol of the put-upon taxpayer that we all are, where we are forced to indulge such whimsies as keeping vegetables alive.
Not only that, first game of next season bloody Gt Ormond Street chuggers will be rattling their tins round the pubs before the game expecting further contributions. That hospital actually diverts funds away from other, less glamourous childrens units.
I had that JM Barry in the back of the cab once.
In fairness I do have concerns about 'my' money being spent by the NHS on nonsense like 'gender re-alignment', or counselling for blokes who need nothing more medical than a boot in the árse; on the subject of a dying baby, on the other hand, I am rather more sanguine as far as budgets are concerned.