The National Care department.
The National care department was set up as a helpline to combat the nation’s deep personal isolation syndrome. The idea was to provide a keen ear to lean onto, to let people vent about the incompetents of their friends, the failings of their families and the idiocy of their co-workers. It was the sympathetic stranger on a park bench, a drop of sunshine on the last mortgage payment, the brief break between the grind. The line was set up on the government budget chaired by a jaded ex-job centre manager with an astoundingly honest character and a collection of lavish hobbies such as horticulture, tea making and church going. Initially, the helpline was a moderate success, or at the very least got the nation to smile more[citation needed], however, after a series of incidents and budget cuts it closed down. The department didn’t leave many records, but we have come upon some transcriptions of conversations from the last month of it’s short year.