Shattered Glass

After school I met Mr C to do food shopping. Home, unpacked, cup of tea and a sit down. I went out to get the dinner ready and the oven door came off in my hand. Mr C laid down on the floor (remember he has a bad leg!!!) to see if he could fix it. He sent me off to find a screwdriver in the meantime he opened the pull down grill door and it just completely shattered all over him!!! Rebecca, just in from work, stood in the middle of the kitchen shocked and I was told not to worry about getting the screwdriver!! So for a while I thought it maybe Christmas dinner down the pub but we have ordered a new one from next and should be with us on Saturday.. . . . . Now what shall I have for dinner??