We’d been at the Royal London today for an ante-natal class and while walking back to the car we passed some of the more, ahem, “run down” bits of the hospital. These are the streets of houses-converted-to-offices that normally attract the soubriquet of “crumbling NHS”. I think these bits have been moved to the posh, new bits (as the hospital is renewed in situ over the coming few years) but leaving aside the rather unpleasant name-plate, the handwritten note conjures thoughts of unpleasant deliveries (and maybe also explains why some samples seem to ‘disappear’ in the system…).
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