A slip of the hand...

... and the whole dinner goes on the kitchen floor. Damn oven gloves! Needless to say, I scraped it up and ate it anyway - the floor was fairly clean, I think - I don't like to see good food that I have spent time preparing going to waste. However, there wasn't really enough (by the time half of it had splattered up the walls) for Tim, so he had a frozen pasta ready-meal that was in the freezer instead. Actually, he was more than happy with that as the thing on the floor involved cod and he isn't the world's greatest fish fan.

Luckily, Paul was out for tea!