You say Hiccough, I say Hiccup

Bacon, avocado, rocket and egg sandwich.

Almond croissant.

I have a fuzzy sort of a recollection of having come home on Saturday night and written a post about hiccups, and then accidentally having deleted it because I was trying to write it on my phone -- and, well, I suppose you can guess why I had the hiccups.

I've always found they rather cheer one up. I suppose I associate them with laughing too hard: giggling oneself into a state of reflexive hysteria. Everything is more amusing when you have hiccups. Except broken ribs (I have this on authority).

P.S. The missing breakfast was a bacon and scrambled egg roll -- chez Mr and Mrs, and Miss S.