I have a really visceral hatred of porridge. I have hated it since I was a kid.

When I was in school my father would make porridge for breakfast. If I didn't eat it all, he'd save it and slice it up and make sandwiches with it for my lunch

I can remember it blooping on the stove. The thin layer of milk on top in my bowl with the small blobs of brown sugar. And then in my lunch box between slices of bread.

Shudder