This red-brick building is cavernous with the memory of hospitals in childhood, then replete with echoes and the fretful whimpering of children grizzling over missing pieces of the jigsaw, suffering … There, nurses wore black stockings and there on long wooden benches outpatients sat in rows: mothers with dutiful arms around their offspring, stoic in the presence of what then were ever-present long- or short-term dangers: whooping-cough, diphtheria, scarlet fever, polio (that cruel permanent tripper-up of growing limbs). Sometimes there white-coated doctors in that other world were followed by an entourage of students … Revisiting hospitals now, all of seventy…