I was allowed to taste some (according to my mum) yummy (?) rice-porridge this morning....just a tiny bit on a teaspoon. It certainly didn't measure up to milk...I made a terrible face and spat a lot of it out. It was a most unusual experience for me, and I'm not quite sure how to transport the porridge from my tongue to the back of my throat yet and I'll need to practise more tomorrow. Later today my mum's colleague Richard and his girlfriend Camilla and their 10 week old son Andreas came to visit. Andreas was very cute, and the youngest person I've ever met...even younger than myself!