Rolling my way back downwind from the Solent yesterday, I fancies a cup of tea.
Kettle on, wander down to the fridge to get that almost brand new 2lt milk plastic bottley thing.
Which promptly slips through my fingers, striking the cabin sole bottom down.
As Newton suggested, there was an opposite reaction to this impact which popped the top off followed by a fountain of milk which splashes a surprising distance when it lands, vertically as well as horizontally.
Not that I noticed so much since I was watching in horror as the plastic bottley thing fell over and with a very self satisfied glug glug disgorged a fair proportion of its contents across the cabin sole, much of which disappears down the gaps.
I stepped forward and grabbed at the plastic bottley thing just as the boat rolls!
And slipped in the spilled milk, firstly one foot behind me, then the hand I put out to steady myself slid, nay shot forward, leaving me pretty much flat out and face down in a pool of milk.
My hand, as it shot forward, also knocked the plastic bottley thing, still disgorging its white contents, the length of the cabin - with me scrabbling/sliding on hands and knees behind it, turning the air blue.
Of course, the plastic bottley thing didn't just slide in a straight line, but spun languidly, using centrifugal (or is it centripetal with milk) forces to ensure the maximum possible spread!
This also ensured that when I finally corralled the plastic bottley thing, there wasn't even enough left in it for my cuppa!
So today is being spent lifting and washing every panel of the cabin sole, along with mopping out as much spilled milk as I can from six compartments followed by a good washdown with Miltons Fluid.
Then the wait - what will the pongometer score over the next few, hot, days?
And people tell me I'm lucky to live on a yacht! I weep!
A car valet once told me there are two things you do not want in a car. Spilt milk or cat p1$$. Both very stinky and with the smells being extremely hard to eradicate.
