Realisation

I was up in Chesterfield doing some work. The owner of this private hospital is a nice chap by the name of Dr Sharif. He told me it was once part of the old Royal hospital. I never realised. I told him I stayed there for a month or two in the summer of ‘82 with a broken femur. He reeled off the names of the surgeons that may have fixed me up. Unfortunately I can’t remember who it was that put my leg straight.