Tickled pinker!

Yes I know I've blipped it before, but this just looked like a perfect rose when I saw it this evening and it is our anniversary week still.
I drove a church friend to a mutual friend's memorial service today in Dalkeith. In typically selfless fashion, the body had been donated to science. Somehow memorials seem more upbeat than actual funerals, I'm not sure why though. There is more tacit permission to celebrate than to mourn I think, her death was only two weeks ago so it's not as if there has been a long gap.
The gathering afterwards was at a nearby golf course that I'd never been to before, what a beautiful setting, well away from the busy roads. I was rather amused, I'd taken one look at Dalkeith High Street, which was nose to tail traffic, and turned in the other direction. I followed my nose through some back streets and came out again ahead of all the traffic. We ended up being the first arrivals at the clubhouse, oops!
On our way home afterwards, I made the mistake of going along Frogston Road. Don't do it, temporary lights at the Swanston Road junction then, having cleared them, we hit another queue at temporary lights at Hunter's Tryst. Roads in Edinburgh are a joke at the moment and at the busiest time of year too!
After dropping my friend I went to the bank and had a Michael Banks moment. I had used a month over my interest free period to clear a credit card and owed 8p in interest - I know, don't judge me! The statement had suggested this wouldn't be taken automatically so I went in to pay it manually. On my way I remembered that I had an old savings account which they had refused to transfer the balance from (it was 30p)and had insisted on making the account dormant instead. I asked the meeter and greeter if the money could be used to pay the 8p interest, and yes it could. Having paid off my debts, she then asked me if I wanted to just close the old deposit account... yes I did. It then took a 15 minute visit to a different teller, a 5 page letter for me and a two page form for the bank, which I had to sign. The teller spent about 10 minutes pressing buttons and looking puzzled. I felt he was about to shriek in horror "You want to take out all your money and close the account?" Fortunately he resisted and eventually handed over my 22p from a locked drawer on his desk. I managed to get out of the bank before the rush on it started. If the BofS goes out of business over night, then I'm sorry!
We played scrabble this evening I'm 4-1 up this week :-)

Oh, and it's the National Galleries Art Quiz today, I got 10, how about you?
https://nationalgalleries.typeform.com/to/Wtt4Obvq