Due to a flight cancellation I ended up with an unplanned overnight stay in a hotel on Saturday night. It was a specialist sports hotel full of beautiful Scandinavian people who all looked like they had been carved out of the flesh of Tarzan & a mixture of Bridgit Bardot & Tessa Sanderson.
The breakfast choice was massive but healthy to say the least, a full English was about as likely as Sharon's transport cafe offering a poki bowl. One of the choices in the Italian section was semolina. Now this took me right back to my childhood. I always thought this was a desert for poor people but no, it's now cool breakfast for gods & goddesses. I forgot the stuff even existed, is it still a thing over here?