Money talks

No, this is not where you think it is. This is, in fact, the entrance to the Royal Bank of Scotland in St Andrew Square, not the Crematorium.
I was once so proud of the Royal Bank, but now no longer- too many dodgy practices. However I still have an account with them and was there withdrawing money for family birthday presents.
Although a hole in the wall would have provided the necessary shekels, it wouldn’t have given me English pound notes which some backward shopkeepers in Yorkshire prefer to the Scottish variety.
The building itself is magnificent and there are many blips available therein. I have blipped the star studded ceiling before.

Later, I took Oman daughter to the Virgin Money lounge in StAndrew Square for a free coffee having deposited a pittance into their bank 6 months ago in order to get the necessary card. In June I took his Lordship there and for some reason there seemed to be an overabundance of women sitting quaffing coffee which spooked him so much that he dived for cover into the Gardens opposite never to return. Henceforth he referred to it as the Women’s Club even though I told him that many men used its facilities too.

In other matters, Chocolate Oranges are quite addictive.