cornflakes

When I mentioned it recently to my mother, she said, “Oh, well. Time for a break then. Otherwise it’s like eating the same bowl of cornflakes every day for 19 years.”

This time I had to shrug and remind myself: It’s a good thing I like cornflakes.

Having realised there were no cornflakes for breakfast the next day, at 22:00 GMT on 7 November Lindsay had walked less than a mile to the Spar on Crown Street.

In her pocket, the exact change from the cornflakes she had bought.

In the event, viewers were not ready for a heavyweight agenda over their cornflakes, much preferring the BBC's lighter magazine style of programme.