Eggy bread

I never eat breakfast, I'm not hungry in the mornings, and I rarely eat lunch, so I don't often prepare food for Niamh for either meal, she helps herself, but recently I realised if I did, I could shoehorn in more cooking.
A friend of mine had been talking about eggy bread and it occurred to me that I'd made it only once, years ago, and Niamh didn't remember eating it, so that formed the perfect brunch dish to use up some of the sourdough from the night before.
I also had bacon leftover from the trout stuffing.
I started the bacon off in the pan, and then dipped the bread in two seasoned, beaten eggs, and fried in the bacon fat.
Niamh loved it, with a big blob of ketchup.