Porridgy

A drenched, big-chested girl, her sodden T-shirt clinging to her large breasts, led him forward by a porridgy hand, put him on the stool and sat squadgily on his lap.

She wiped a porridgy hand on the back of her jeans, adding another streak to the existing collage.

Trying to get some porridge inside rather than outside of Jamie – an endeavour in which the little boy, as usual, was proving to be no help at all – Ellie grimaced. […] Jamie beamed a porridgy smile when he saw his mother.

We were sent to change our aprons and have a break at nine-thirty, by which time I was as hollow as if I’d not eaten a vast porridgy breakfast a couple or so hours ago.

She scooped a spoonful of sieved porridge from the nursery bowl, and offered it to baby Adrian, who was sitting in his high chair next to her. His mouth made a very serious and deliberate O as he took the food and swilled it round his mouth. Then he smiled a lovely gummy, porridgy smile at her.

Porridgy breakfast-time chatter skitters up the stairs.