I'm feeling very wintery all of a sudden, and what usually springs to mind is porridge. I remember being little and waking up for school when it was so cold that my sisters and I used to lay our clothes over the heater to warm them up. Mum would be in the kitchen making us fresh porridge on the stove - the real kind - no packet mix and microwave for us - woooh! Mum used to always know how much milk to add, and it always tasted so yum. Every morning I would feel like Goldilocks, however, it was always just right. Aren't mums great?