As sure as eggs is eggs

I was planning to take Ken Scott's advice and take my camera with me everywhere I go (actually, I usually do that anyway) but then forgot it when I headed out for my regular Friday Pilates followed by shopping. And of course I saw a girl with the most beautiful auburn pre-Raphaelite hair, wearing a bright blue gilet, who would have provided a wonderful photo opportunity.
But the consolation prize was noticing how beautiful the shadows were on these eggs when I just plonked them down prior to turning them into lunchtime scrambled eggs, when I wasn't even thinking about photography.