The Bank of Scotland

This is the erstwhile head office of The Bank of Scotland, now demoted to a banking museum, standing in a prominent position at the top of the Mound in Edinburgh.
It is not my bank, It is his Lordship's. I bank with the disgraced Royal Bank of Scotland, a subtle differentiation in name, but enough to separate another aspect of our lives.

On a banking jaunt this morning I was intrigued by the smoke issuing from a chimney, rather in the mode of choosing a new pope.
Perhaps they're burning old bank notes or more mundanely trying to keep the employees warm.
Whatever the reason the smoke was rising vertically until I took this blip when perversely it was caught on a slight easterly breeze.

So delicate but incisive has been the surgery necessary yet again by me and my sharp knife on my cake for tonight's bookgroup , that I suspect daughter#2 got her deftness with the lancet from yours truly.

With neat stitching together and adequate bandaging I hope the patient will be well enough to be enjoyed at our meeting when we discuss Jeanette Winterston's autobiography 'Why be Happy when you can be Normal'.
Read and discuss.