my dad used to like eating weetabix drowned in warm milk so it was just liquid.
i hated the sound he made when he slurped it, and the smell of it.
but the worse thing was when he treated himself to a bowl of tripe in warm milk.

we'd all run out into the street screaming.

god knows what the neighbours thought he'd been up to.

but he was oblivious - he turned his hearing aid off more often than not (and especially when he was at home).