Two Hundred Years of Muddling Through, by Duncan Weldon

I bought an audiobook.  A review suggested it might be exactly what I needed:-

Off sick today, I looked forward to putting on headphones and listening in bed. But I haven’t had a chance to reach for the headphones.  I’m not the only unwell one. I  had to listen for a house visit, listen for an ambulance and wait, wait, wait at the hospital. (Indeed, my own constant coughing would have interrupted listening, had I even been in a position to try!)

All is well.  Waiting on a taxi home now. But … I’m still none the wiser about British economic history, and there’s a certain irony about feeling unwell in a hospital when you’re not the patient! Who sits looking relaxed and relieved ready to go home  …