no point crying over spilled milk

I think I have a pretty strong sense of smell - it's such an important sense. I often can still smell someone after we've hugged, I will sometimes smell a book when I open it, I love catching a whiff of something that reminds me of happy things/particular people. Tonight I quickly noticed a disgusting smell on my hands - but not quickly enough - and it took me a little while to locate its source. Our vicar had involved us all in a symbolic joining of our lights at the morning advent service. We each had a glow stick and connected them together to form a large circle. My son wanted to take them all home after, and having had an unfortunate incident with one a couple of years back, that I can still vividly remember, I asked him to be careful. Somehow tho, one leaked and a small amount of the corrosive, toxic, lethal, or at least just plain disgusting chemicals spilled onto the work surface, and I hadn't noticed and placed the milk lid there, picked it back up and returned it to the top of the milk. I noticed the smell, furiously scrubbed my hands and the surface, but didn't notice the milk lid was contaminated til much later. Obviously the milk was a brand new 2 litre one, and so I had to turn away whilst I emptied the vast quantities of it down the plug hole, silently apologizing to the cow who had produced it, the farmer and subsequent workers who enabled it to reach me. I'd had 2 sips of my brew and decided it wasn't worth the risk, so my sink has been much utilised tonight. I've not died yet. All the glow sticks, even the un-snapped ones, are now in the bin and again I apologize to those in foreign factories, who have to breathe in the odours everyday whilst making them, and those involved in the disposal of everything we just chuck away.
Tomorrow I shall try to be less careless.