(No) more meatballs

After last nights embarrassment, things got even worse. We both got home late (obviously) and Tim decided to cook something nice and quick. The last meatballs! Perfect, really - fast and tasty. The workers had been in, changing one of the window panes, so it was a bit messy, but we were both too tired and hungry to do anything about it before dinner. Tim started frying the meatballs, but it was not long before one of them escaped, and jumped down on the sideboard. No problems. Not wanting to pick it up (don't ask me why), he simply rolled it down to the pan he held out below the bench. Then he remembered! There was saw dust and glass splinter everywhere. And all that had now been shoved in to the pan... Needless to say, we did not have any meatballs for dinner.

So, to cheer me up: