St Richard’s Hospital is not flashy. It won’t appear in a Netflix documentary about cutting-edge medicine (unless a deer gets into the MRI machine). But it’s the kind of place that holds your hand when you’re scared, serves you questionable coffee, and occasionally lets a robot operate on you. It’s a proper community hospital, with all the quirks, jokes, and custard creams that implies.
So next time you’re stuck in traffic on Spitalfield Lane, honking at the roundabout, remember: inside that labyrinth of corridors, someone is saving a life, a robot is stitching a wound, and a midwife is hiding a Kit Kat from the night shift. Embrace the chaos. It’s free.
And for goodness sake, bring your own biscuits.
