I RECENTLY visited the new treatment centre at Hinchingbrooke Hospital for the first time. I was really amazed that it was a hospital, it had all the appearance of being a railway terminus. But I digress. The real purpose of this letter is to draw attent

I RECENTLY visited the new treatment centre at Hinchingbrooke Hospital for the first time. I was really amazed that it was a hospital, it had all the appearance of being a railway terminus. But I digress.

The real purpose of this letter is to draw attention to "bums on seats". Because I was a mite early for my appointment, I was unfortunate enough to have to wait in this most ugly of buildings, and to wait meant sitting around on my somewhat ancient bum, a 93 year-old-bum at that.

Not a choice of seats mark you, but just a huddle of wooden benches. I have seen better in the local park. Not padded, mark you, straight up and down solid bum-aching wood, not an arm-rest in sight. The angle between seat and backrest so craftily pitched that one keeps slipping forward over the edge.

I know that the cheap plastic stacking chairs one sees around are not the most of comfortable things to sit in, but could I please have one of those instead of the ghastly bum-numbing wooden benches now on site.

This new building must have cost millions of pounds. Couldn't someone have spent a few more coppers just for better softer seating for my old bum. Haemorrhoid sufferers, beware.

F JAMES DORLING, Arundel Road, Hartford