No, not one of ours, but seen in a planter outside a building at Keck - the USC hospital. I was waiting there for Alice whilst she had an eye exam - waiting in case they wanted to dilate the eyes, and she needed a ride home. I hadn't anticipated quite how hard it would be sitting outside a hospital - not that Los Angeles spring sunshine and a decent cappuccino was quite the same as sitting on a very damp bench at St George's Tooting, with a coffee from the Marks and Spencer's Food take-out counter - but hard because of all the very sick people who were, nonetheless, still alive to enjoy the sunshine. And hard, too, because of my acute consciousness that some of them soon might not be. It's not that there's anything remotely unusual about the parade of the unsteady, the uncertain, the injured and the ailing that go past one in such a venue - but it was a bit soon, I found to my surprise, to be spending time voluntarily, as it were, on hospital premises.
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