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May 03, 2010

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Ah well. The hospital I was born in, the Norfolk & Norwich Hospital, closed in 2003 after 232 years. A gorgeous Victorian brick pile, but time marches onwards...

Aw, nuts. I hadn't heard till now, and I'm sad too. I worked there in 2000-2001, with and for some amazing people.

The hospital I was born in closed down after 130 years. (It was thirty-plus years after I was born: I don't think it was my fault.) The site's now a housing development.

The hospital my siblings were born in closed down after just over a hundred years: it's now a student union.

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