Meet Beaker and Balls

Here we are again, me sat down typing away as A cooks up a storm on her little cooker just along the wall from me, distracting me with the amazing smells of frying mince (of unknown type; lamb, she thinks) which will shortly be assembled into a spag boll. My stomach is telling me how much it is looking forward to this but I'm telling it to wait a bit as it isn't ready. So we'll get on with this