Magnificent Eight

Due to the lack of Breakfast Outings, I was suffering from cooked breakfast withdrawal symptoms, so I decided to cheer myself up on sunday morning,by making myself a magnificent eight breakfast.
When I do the cooking there is the usual pans and ingredients all over the place, and I end up leaping about, around the cooker in a highly charged state, spatula waving in the air, and why does the fried egg always splatter the fat when you are just about to approach it, and you go"Christ I just got away with that" and bang it gets you, hands and clothing well and truly "spluttered".
However, it turned out very good, and I tried a bit of sunday morning banter with Mrs Plum, but she looked at me with her inimitable gaze, and said "are you alright, you are acting more strange than normal this morning, what is wrong with you,
mmmmm.... nothing dear, I am just trying to recreate sunday morning,
Well I suggest you just stop it right now, and get that bloody mess tidied up.