Go on then, I give in to the cliched and sentimental. For the breakfast delight of my three children I mug up three fruity breakfast buns, the carnations bought for me last week for running the Chemistry co-op even though I don't know what I'm doing, and a plateful of raspberries reduced to 20p in the late-night bucket.
Aww, Grit, you have a mushy heart after all.
