I've uploaded all 18 photos of my two walks to Tulliallan Police College/Moor Loch/Forest, which are located to the right providing any of you have ever noticed. Using Photoshop to enhance photos is much like the art of a scam. It screams "Come visit me." Yet when you get there it really, simply, doesn't look anything like that at all. For a start, it was the middle of the afternoon, it was bleak, bleary and almost to the point where it might start raining. I really like the above picture. I'm happy with how I managed to make the reflection so crystal.





My mum had been to the supermarket last night with my aunt and stocked up on low-fat, low-calorie diet foods. That was, until she pulled out an entire plastic bag filled with chocolate mini rolls, lemon cake slices, strawberry desserts and scones. I never did see the point in that. Being prepared for a binge you don't neccessarily know you're going to have. Smart thinking. For me, my stepdad and my cousin she plated up a huge portion of Spaghetti Bolognese. A mixture of Meatballs, wholegrain spaghetti and a blend of two different sauces. Gordon Ramsay's Tomato, Garlic and Red Wine, and that other sauce by that other guy. She put both entire bottles in. When the time came to eat, my stepdad and me were sitting in the living room, and he asked if she was going to have some. She said it was fattening, before abruptly turning to look at me and wink with the eye he could not see. I thought this was quick-thinking for someone either telling a lie to him or telling a lie to me. She recalled "Nah, it's not..." before turning to walk away and bake her Weight Watchers steak slice and salad. Numerous times in the past few weeks she has said to me "You're not eating enough Shannon." After neither of those times did she try and make me eat any more than I naturally would. I therefore conclude she is lying. It is a mother's job to do so.

I watched a documentary this evening called Can't Stop Eating. I thought it was merely a programme on obeisity, but it was about one of those specialist help clinics, all priory-like, which help people with an abbreviated illness called PWS. A constant act of social immaturity, criminal behaviour (Shoplifting ranked top on the basis of what I watched) and for a reason I've yet to uncover, lead to people becoming obeise. There was a young man of 20 who was clinically obeise, spoke with a Northern accent, could rarely fill in all words in a sentence. He was demanding, childish and criminally stressful to have to deal with.

There came a part in the film where they were dealing with relationships in the clinic, and I couldn't help wishing any normal sort of person had it that easy. There was a different building in the clinic where a girl called Sarah with the same illness was being treated. Having gone through 3 girlfriends in around 2 months, the staff actually had to devise a "cooling off period" rota which forbid any new relationships in the space of 15 days. He had asked for the name of a single girl in the clinic. Any single girl. Said boy heard about said girl and took himself to a room with a phone, and proceeded to call Sarah up. He had never seen her before. He had never heard her before. He had to ask who was on the other line and after being promptly sure it was her, asked her to go out with him. She declined and he asked why. She said because he was big and fat. The film then cut to the boy weeping with his head on the table, and moments later, calling on a friend of Sarah's to talk her 'round to going out with him. After a few moments bickering with very little social interaction bar the words "Go out with him" and "Why", Sarah had apparently agreed and the boy instantly went from feeling apparent emotional wounding to elation in mere seconds, like a childlike flurry of emotions. He bought a ring from his gran and proposed to her on their date that same night. He wanted kids with her, and for them both to move into his parents house when they passed on. All because she was single, and because she happened to be there.