Beer and blood

I went up to the Lauriston building to sate the friendly vampires with a pint of my finest. On the no 35 bus's massively diverted journey I noticed the sign outside the pub that used to be our local (The Holyrood Tavern it was called then). Only because the bus was stopped at the traffic lights was I able to read the quotation at the top: "A little beer is a dangerous thing." Quite. Alexander Pope, allegedly. 

I spent most of the afternoon on the sofa, while D went across to Dunfermline to watch the football, partly in tribute to Alan whose funeral we went to yesterday (he had rarely missed a match). I may attempt to watch Pars TV,  but I'm not promising.....