The cat, the egg and the pepper pot

Meandered around town on a showery and vaguely wintery day meeting Claire and Simy in a slightly moany mood. Now poor Robin won't settle so not the blip I'd planned. One grabbed between bolting upstairs and our fish finger supper. Bear has no idea what to make of the big goose egg given to Bern by one of his class. I find it a bit revolting. Wonder how long it will live on our table for?