I dropped a pot of Purple paint yesterday. Went everywhere.
Franticly mopped the stuff off the floor before it dried.
Only this morning did I realise that it had splashed all over the back of my trousers.
This morning when I got off my bike when I got to work that is.
I have to go around all day in purple spattered trousers.
And buy new ones this evening. I hate clothes shopping.
Bah.
And I'm going to have to wait ages for lunch, because one of the reagents in the process I'm keeping an eye on was clearly, for want of a better word, rotten, which would have screwed up the whole thing analysis...and as I work in a hosptial that would be BAD. At least I caught it early enough to restart it.