Holy Corner

Up to Bruntsfield to get my teeth scraped and polished and be given a lecture about the correct use of floss. And I’ve to rinse my mouth after every cup of tea if I want to avoid staining on my teeth. 
Anyway, I took a photo. This photo. It’s a bit rubbish, I know.
Later up to the old gaff to meet the celebrant. A humanist chap. Obviously when I heard he lived in Dalkeith, red flags were raised, but he seems nice enough. A good fellow. AJ isn’t for them though. They pretend to be middle ground, sitting on the fence type people, all faiths and none, but they’re not, he hissed, when I told him on Sunday. I think he’d like the gig. 
Anyway, the celebrant sooked up all our memories, scribbled them down, discussed how to deal with the elephant in the room, and declared himself satisfied. And after we’d ushered him out, the daughter and I played some of the music we’d decided upon. Breathe deeply. When your heart is black and broken, And you need a helping hand… 
Take it away, maestro.