Splat

Knackered still. Slightly revived by some coffee in the sunny plaza, we returned home with shopping etc. We then remembered we still had some decorated hard boiled eggs that we hadn't 'paced' (conkers but on the floor) at Easter, and they had to go. So we wasted them a bit in the entrance hall, then on the pavement outside and then we thought it might be fun to see what would happen if we dropped one from a first floor window. Made us laugh a lot, is the answer. So much so, the cat wanted to have a look too.