The McEwan Hall

This is Edinburgh University's McEwan Hall, the place wherein anxious students sit exams and where come the summer, the graduating students donning ceremonial robes with douce coloured hoods for Edinburgh university graduates as befits an ancient university, and much more colourful ones for graduates of younger universities in the City, strut their stuff outside, mingling with proud parents sporting fancy hats and empty wallets

I have been inside its portals back in the dark ages but His Lordship and I are now students of the third age and can only enter to witness our offsprings' renditions of Gaudeamus Igitur.

Perhaps we wasted much of our daily allowance of energy too early on with step machines and bikes, or maybe it was because it was chilly and grey outside, but his Lordship and I felt rather enervated today.
We thought up all sorts of ploys but couldn't decide on any one and have consequently wasted most of the day drinking coffee and reading papers.

However the chocolate Easter Egg eyeing me as I write and seductively whispering 'eat me', is still intact in its silver paper, temptation put aside for now, despite protestations from my other half, who has unfortunately long since devoured his one.