Porridge

I had porridge for breakfast this morning. I've never had porridge for breakfast before, ever, let alone made it myself. It's not hard, I followed the instructions on the packet of oats, adding milk to oats in a cereal bowl and microwaving (intending to save washing up) but it grew somewhat bigger than the cereal bowl, so I didn't save washing up at all. I'll make less next time. I added a twist of salt, and ate about half of it before it turned to glue. It was quite nice, really.

Mr A came in then, and I asked him whether he wanted to finish my porridge, which was still hot. He looked dubious, so I said I'd added a twist of salt, and that seemed to make it worse. I asked how he'd make porridge, and it's different - he kind of floats it on milk, and eats it with sugar. So I'll try that, because I'd really like to eat healthy oaty wonderfood porridge for breakfast instead of sugary-salty not-that-good-for-you cereal, even though I love Shreddies. Shreddies contains tons of salt and suger (which is what makes it taste so nice), as does every other breakfast cereal except Weetabix and Shredded Wheat. I hate Weetabix and Shredded Wheat.

This is all supposed to be part of my attempt to remain a suitable size for my current wardrobe, since buying clothes is a horror akin to repeated visits to the dentist. I've been going to the campus gym since I started studying here in September, and this term a brand spanking new sports centre has been opened with lovely new facilities. They've enlisted a proper professional trainer to show people round, and four of us oldies booked him for an advice session. He looks a bit like Robbie Williams and has very well-defined muscles. Very well-defined. He's also got lovely eyes, which is more my kind of thing. I digress.

So this morning I put his advice into practice. I find that I have muscles in my arms and legs, but none in the middle at all. It's a wonder I don't flop all over the place instead of sitting upright. I then drank water and yawned all the way through lectures (Physiology and Nutrition), but I've been given a "Get Out Of Valentine's Day" pass by Mr A, so at the end of this super-healthy day, I'm going out for a slap-up dinner with three of the girls from my course. I deserve it, I even had porridge this morning.