My lecturer is Marjorie Dawes. She has the head nod, insults and "dust". In fact, I still expect her to come in and say "Until a law is passed to imprison fat people, the gluttons of Britain are free to walk the streets and attend special diet classes like this one". Except she teaches psychology. Which is a science. Except it isn't exact. And can't be proven in repeated research. But it is a science. But not chemistry science. As it isn't exact. But give it a few years and it will all iron out.
Dust?
I've thought this for some time but especially more so since speaking to el parentos in Malaysia. They've been proudly handing round photos of Girlpants & mine rather expensive party ie the wedding, which the rellies have loved. Until they looked closely and said "is that really Sim?". To which my politically correct mother said
"yes - she does look bigger but she's much happier now since meeting her man and can eat more" Which is another way of saying
FAT.
Must remember to thank mother properly on her return. Hiding her hair dye might do.
Or itching powder in her girdle.