Every morning as far back as I remember, im up around 5 ish, out comes two frying pans, and I do missen a stonker of a breakfast, dog at my side, tongue dragging on the floor, I do missen 2 eggs, but sometimes, as im shovelling one of the eggs to my plate, it hits the deck, so being the gentleman I am, out comes the hovis and she gets the egg mixed up wi 2 rounds, eh, good lad I am