
Twenty-two years on the same street.
We opened in 2004 in what had been a dentist’s rooms: two consulting rooms, a kettle, and an X-ray machine that had to warm up first. The building grew a room at a time as the money came in — the procedure room in 2009, the recovery bay in 2013, physio in the old garage in 2017, the casualty entrance on the Meade Street side in 2019. No architect planned any of it. Each room was added the year we could no longer cope without it. Most of the people who work here live within ten minutes of the front door: Heatherlands, Blanco, Pacaltsdorp, Rosemoor. That is not a hiring policy, it is just what happens when you employ people from the town you are in. It also means that when the casualty phone rings at two in the morning, somebody can actually get here. Every file is on the computer and every file is also on paper. George loses power often enough that we stopped pretending otherwise, so the day’s bookings, the scripts and the allergy list are printed each morning and kept in the cabinet behind reception. It has saved us more than once.













