breaking the fast...

...after the joys of scans, breath holding and infusions including the one that makes you feel that you might well wet your pants!

The hospital where all this happens every six months or so has a lovely cafe where the walking wounded, wheelchaired with attached drips and their assorted carers hang out with coffees, cakes, bowls of soups and seafood baskets with chips.
Yummm...and there are freebie magazines to catch up on all the goss.

Fingers crossed for results.