I love my oats, I really do, but sometimes, folks, enough is enough.

After a long winter of oaty breakfasts, I have begun to stray. At first it was just the occasional round of coffee and toast or the irresistible draw of a pancake, then last week – in what I can only describe as a moment of wheatness – I found myself buying weetabix, despite the rather large quantity of porridge oats still in my possession.

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