Staring at the ceiling...

...it being the ceiling of the Thomas Morton Hall in Leith that we are invited into three times a year in order to donate a pint of blood. I choose not to look at it actually trickling out of my arm, preferring to gaze up at the once grand but now rather stained ceiling.

The exotic visitor was there again, but none of the other earthlings seemed to notice.

[For our older viewers:[i]"A pint? That's nearly an armful!!"[/i]]