There is something about the smell of something baking that’s been made with Lyle’s Golden Syrup, that transports me back to my childhood with rocket speed. Kablam! And I’m in my grandma’s kitchen with my nose pressed up against the oven, unable to bear the waiting. (It wasn’t hot, don’t worry.  Health and safety never compromised, not even by delicious baked goods). “Be patient”, I’d be told. A lesson I never, ever learnt… at least not when it came to biscuits and cake.