I've heard that if you say Seans name backwards, three times, the devil appears and rips yer beating heart out with his claws, an sings hallelujah whilst dancing on yer lifeless body.
Yeh, egg in one hand, trusty steam iron in the other-splat. Almost instant omelette. Another egg, steamed poached. Boiled egg bit of a problem trying to get it into that little filing hole! Still, if you like scrambled egg......... Mr. HandyAndy - Really
Can't help it DA, ever since I bought Sir Patrick Moore's old telescope. Even though I live in Derby, it's powerful enough to look through windows many, many hundreds of miles away. Only last night, I was spying on Handy trying desperately to put a raw egg into his wife's steam iron (fun that was I can tell ya, specially when she came through and told him "I told you I wanted a fried egg." ) Later on he was nailing his stair carpet down, but ran out of 6" nails half way up.