There aren’t many seats in the waiting room for the MRI so why 2 patients brought an entourage is beyond me. West African lady had her 3 grown up daughters there, all trying to out do each other with their knowledge of their mother’s ailments, drug times, eating habits and food preferences – all while oblivious to her repeated request for a drink of water.

Jam-Jar glasses had brought 2 further generations bored out of their mind with him. Each one more concerned than the next with how one of the absent family members, Steve, would cope cooking his own tea while the rest of them took up all the seats in the MRI waiting room.