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Mine was the Lister Clinic in London. Room about the size of a box bedroom with a 2 seater sofa. Had a selection of very dated mags and a serving hatch like in a 70s hatch between kitchen and dining room, through which to serve your potted custard.
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I’d report that to Fortean Times. Sounds very much like you may have experienced a time slip.
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Sounds similar to my experience at the Chelsea & Westminster but no jazz mags. Just a couch, a coffee table with a couple of remotes on it and a TV and DVD player on the other side of the room. A strange experience.
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RonAsheton
The private clinic I went to had a room that clearly used to be a toilet, with a chaise lounge where the pan used to be, frosted glass window right next to the car park and a code on the wall for the WiFi, that didn't work.