2 years after leaving the RAF our first child was due. The GP promptly offered to book Mrs C into the local NHS hospital (the Luton and Dunstable).
"Can you instead arrange for RAFH Halton?"
But you aren't in any of the Services!
"Doesn't matter, the NHS may use Military Hospitals if capacity is available" (it was then, we were still in the Cold War era). News to him but he duly agreed to try.
And so it was arranged and she spent an idyllic week there, with staff greatly outnumbering the patients. It could have been longer, but she and our son soon grew bored. Being a modern man I attended the delivery (well, it was modern then!). True to form it was interspersed with a shift change, with much banter between the different teams. Some things never change!
No Guinness offered though, not even for the wife!