On a frosty winter morning there's nothing I look forward to more than breakfast! I reluctantly emerge from my snuggly dovet covers, my warm feet hit the ice cold ground - torture! the only thing keeping me alive is the thought of breakfast. I chuck on my dressing gown and slippers as quickly as possible and sprint upstairs. The of warm milk on the stove is heaven to my nostrils. Then, I joyfully whip out the essentials from the pantry, weetbix, and, of course, gingernuts. Licking my lips I seat myself down at the table, three weetbix in the bowl, and on top, one mouth-watering gingernut biscuit. "Mum, is the milk ready?" I impatiently ask. And then comes the moment of glory. Mum all too slowly poors the warm milk into my bowl. I snatch up my spoon, and scoop. Bliss. A fusion of warm weetbix and delicious gingernuts dance around on my tongue. mmmmmm, yum. where would I be without Griffin's?