Swimming in Cider

Woops, I just had a bit of a cider accident that resulted in me sitting crosslegged in a rather large puddle of cider. Unlike what it sounds like, I wasn't even drinking. Matt and I were bottling our latest home brew (our should be interpreted to mean that it belongs to both of us, not that I made it) and he was filling the bottles (glass bottles) and I was banging on the lids. If you've never done that, it means you get the metal lid on top of the glass, and hold this thing that holds it in place and you hammer the end of it until the lid is firmly on. Apparently I was hitting a little too hard, because as I banged with a hammer on the top of the cider bottle, I suddenly was sitting in a puddle and the side of the bottle seemed to have broken away.... Matt was distressed because he seemed to think breaking glass bottles with hammers is a dangerous activity. I am now distressed because at the end of bottling all our cider, we now have the horrible task of picking up all the junk on the floor and vacuuming and washing the floors. Not that I particularly mind this task, but we've already sterilised (yes I mean it, cleaning removing all items from the bench, and sterilising) the kitchen today (because Matt is particularly paranoid about keeping germs out of his homebrew) and I'm kind of over cleaning. Anyway... I'm just procrastinating. I've done my idea of cleaning which is to make piles on the floor, you know the kind - this is for the rubbish, this is for the wash, this belongs in the kitchen, this belongs in the bathroom. Now Matt's taking the piles to where they belong.

Well I better go help him *sigh*