St Thomas' Hospital

I almost forgot to thank St Thomas's Hospital for saving the life of my grandson the other week. He was born with a 6mm VSD and required open heart surgery at the age of about 10 weeks. No jokes, no smart remarks, just a heartfelt thank you to all concerned.

He's doing just fine now.

Oh, and the Blue Tits + family left. This was the last we saw of them.

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