Imaging

A thick haar was in this morning, adding to the general air of gloom. Mr H texted me from his bone table "Fog in the North Sea - continent cut off."

I trekked out to Little France again, this time for a MRI scan of me brain. (It's for a big medical research study, before you ask!).Heavens, what a noisy experience. A series of unannounced, different noises, some of them akin to a nearby pneumatic drill. Felt slightly odd for a spell afterwards but that may have been due to lying completely still for 40 min and not going to sleep (fat chance of that considering the racket).

I had hoped to take a pic of the scanner, but had to divest myself of all accoutrements before I was ushered in.