Michael Sheen reads the poem These Are The Hands by Michael Rosen, which is from an anthology, These Are The Hands: Poems from the Heart of the NHS, which was written for the 60th anniversary of the NHS.
He and Jo discuss lockdown, cooking, his new hammock, keeping his kit from Sport Relief, exercise and weightloss, Nutella (warning: graphic mental imagery).
Songs chosen by Michael
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club – Ain’t No Easy Way
The King – Song To The Siren
These Are The Hands by Michael Rosen
These are the hands
That touch us first
Feel your head
Find the pulse
And make your bed.
These are the hands
That tap your back
Test the skin
Hold your arm
Wheel the bin
Change the bulb
Fix the drip
Pour the jug
Replace your hip.
These are the hands
That fill the bath
Mop the floor
Flick the switch
Soothe the sore
Burn the swabs
Give us a jab
Throw out sharps
Design the lab.
And these are the hands
That stop the leaks
Empty the pan
Wipe the pipes
Carry the can
Clamp the veins
Make the cast
Log the dose
And touch us last.
