Meteorite

Walking back from the pub on Friday evening, after a pleasant time at the Ship (amongst the hoi polloi were a large group of Councillors, dressed up to the nines in their furs and riding boots, and our MP, who I didnt get a chance to shake it at him in the loo, unlike before).
Anyway, there was this whooshing noise as we walked home, a mighty "crack", a brief burst of light, and some smoke. Having ducked, we approached a fallen object, lying smoking in front of us. I gingerly picked it up and carried it home.
Alternatively, after a couple of glasses of wine, M paid insufficient attention to her Naan under the grill.