One night last week I figured there was nothing worth watching on the idiot box so decided to bottle a batch.
I still haven’t plumbed the sink in the shed, so at present am using the laundry trough for beer related activities. SWMBO heard the running water and came to investigate.
SWMBO: Don’t make a mess, I mopped today.
Me: I’m washing bottles with clean water, how can I make a mess?
SWMBO: I’m sure you’ll find a way.
Me: (incomprehensible mumbling)
Bottles capped, labelled and stored. I decided it was too wet outside (it had started to rain) to wash the fermenter with the hose as I usually do, so I carried it from the shed to the laundry to clean it.
You guessed it, rookie brewers mistake. I left the tap open while pouring in 4 litres of water and swirling. Trub and hop remnants over the laundry bench, down the front of the cupboards, into the clothes hamper and onto the clean floor.
SWMBO chose this time to come in and ask if I wanted a coffee (guess who didn’t get a coffee).
Do all wives* possess these psychic (I said psychic, not psycho) abilities?
*can be substituted with girlfriend, husband, boyfriend or partner as you wish.