I'm back. He's ok, bit shaken- covered in hot chocolate
, and his neck is a bit red, but his hand is worse. The nurse checked him over. He wanted to stay, so I've said to call me if he needs me.
It turns out it's the same joker who has been causing him grief since day one. He was 'pretending' to pour the drink, and ds stood up at that point to see what the others on the table were laughing at. He knocked the cup. So- kind of an accident, but still not great.
I come home to find Rafa is blowing it.
Vamos -you lemon!