My dinner

Today I spent most of the afternoon, or so it felt,  in an MRI Scanner. If this was a fairground ride, I would stand back and let the kids go on it. I had no idea what it would be like. Every scan provided more tunesless industrial electronic music at deafening volume. And like a Windmill girl, I was instructed not to move: That was forty minutes of not moving.

When I went in I asked the operator, if she could check that I had a brain. At the end of the ordeal a harsh electronic voice said: No brain detected.
I came home and got king prawn, ginger and spring onions from the local Chinese takeaway. (Pictured.)