Here we go round the mead-go-boom on a cold and frosty evening

[squeefulfish]

Crap. More mead go boom.
Mead go boom on my bed.
Mead go boom on my curtains.
Mead go boom on my carpet.
Mead go boom on me.

I just cleared that up yesterday!

Fine, own fault for not opening the suspect bottles. Opening the last 2 now. Here's hoping for bubbles instead of dead Sarah.

Edit: Bubbles! Ok, so I accidentally made sparkling mead. And boy am I gonna be drunk later!