The black sheep

Since Christmas, my weight has slowly but steadily increased and, basic common sense, of doing more and eating less doesn't seem to be working.  I therefore forced myself out of the house to joint a local slimming club. So armed with my new book, lots of rules about what I can and I cannot eat, I feel I have taken control.  Having tried various clubs in the past, I do struggle with the expectation of sitting through a class where the leader holds up various food stuffs such as an iced cake and gives dire warnings of the impact  of eating even a tiny morsel. 25 syns everyone gasps.  I am afraid I can't get the character, Marjorie from Little Britain out of my head but I nod along with the rest of the class and applaud the person who has lost the greatest number of pounds that week. 
Went to Brighton in the afternoon and captured the black lamb with its mum on Devil's Dyke.