That kind of day...

Have you ever had to take three tries to cook an egg?

And I am not talking about some fancy poached number. (I know they're supposed to be easy. The skill of their preparation just eludes me.) I am talking about a plain and simple soft boiled egg.

First try; (And I HATE when this happens.) The egg shell cracks a couple of seconds after you let it slide into the boiling water with the utmost delicacy.
Second try: To save you breakfast (and face) you decide to make a simple oeuf en cocotte. So you save the cracked egg from the boiling water and put it into one of those ramekins with a splash of cream, salt and pepper. The ramekin goes back into the pan with the slightly murky water and you give it an extra minute.
At the end of the allotted time you take it out carefully and unscrew the top to see if the egg is done. Of course not! So you put the bugger back into the water, but because you didn't screw on the top correctly, the whole thing falls out of your hand and empties its contents into the already murky water. Aaaargh!
Third try: You clean out the pan, put new water to boil, get a new egg out of the fridge and put the warm egg yolk (the only part of your prior experiments you were able to save) onto a piece of toast, which you devour as you wait for your egg to boil.
Congratulations! Third time lucky!

Some days have hardly begun and you already can't wait until they're over.
I'm glad this one is.