I experienced a minor setback.

As I mentioned in my last entry I had acquired some tools. They were to be handy when I attempted to pick the lock of my room during the noisy parts of The Black Stallion. I had intended to escape during the film, when the staff's attention was otherwise diverted.

I had not noticed that the interior keyhole of my door lock was filled with solder. Tools were of no use against this. Today during tea time I carefully returned the tool to the nurse's bag, yet I hid the paperclip by weaving it into the elastic band of my underpants.

They do not celebrate Thanksgiving in Scotland and so the meal was plain. White bread was pressed into cupcake tins and filled with a mixture of chipped beef, mushroom gravy, and peas. This was then baked until the bread toasted. The beverage served was milk.

If I am not mistaken, I detected the reminiscence of extremely cheap cooking sherry in the gravy.

A minor theft.

During this afternoon's tea the nurse dozed off and while the girls were chit-chatting I looked inside her knitting bag. There were several small instruments, some of a very thin thickness. I took only one piece. It reminded me of a tensioner from an old lock-picking kit I keep at home. Later on the way back to my room I found a paperclip someone had stuck to the cord which pulls the bathroom shades. I put this in my pocket.

Tonight is films night. The film to be shown is The Black Stallion, a film that is very noisy towards the end. It starts at 8pm and is 118 minutes long.

Pizza at tea.

At tea in the common room we normally share sandwiches and hot Twinings. Today we enjoyed pizza, one slice per person. My slice had seven pieces of mushroom, three of sausage, and approximately eleven of green onion. There were less than twenty flecks of red pepper. There was a casual silence in the room as we enjoyed our tea and pizza snack. The nurse kept a quiet head down, as I think she is used to this routine. She looked through her purse and ultimately pulled out a compact, some knitting, and a bottle of water. I have remembered this.

I am locked in a girl's school.

I am locked in a girl's school outside of Edinburgh. I was found unconscious in a garden on their grounds and they have taken it upon themselves to care for me. Caring for me apparently means a strict broth diet and lots of bed rest in a locked room, with a walk conducted at noon and five each day. Have not had a drink in four days. Given Internet privileges supervised by the nurse. This is not helping my research into the production of Scotch Whisky. I have read many volumes in the Bonnie Branigan Sisters Mystery Series though. They are pretty quick reads and everything comes together cleanly at the end. They almost never distill Scotch Whisky, though, as I mentioned.

glenladdie tour says 2 ingreds to scotch

barly, water

malted barley, that pt is improtant.

when its malted it has grown a bit like the seed has grown init.

this ssoes domthin with the suagars to make t flavor

got th basic idea down now jus need balriy + water malt it firsrt

grins from the cowgate

or whatever they call it, bleh

scotland cooks top pigs and i'm learnin a lot hah hey ray

this broad in the cowgate was on a bachelorette party and pukin up her guts outsite the Fucked Nickel or some other name of pub. vivid

met a cop

more in twenty four you heavy poops

whisky

ray gotta big imported copper still + supplies and some books on makin whisky + bought me a 1st class ticket to Scotland for research holy mother of leather it's like I just fell in a pool of sex

dumped the pumpies and locked up the cams, see you plugs in a while, later.