My final job (because the lovely man who is relieving me has just turned up) was an 'assault, assailant has left the scene'.There he was, 6 foot of Eastern European laying face down on the floor snoring, and smelling heavily of booze.
“Been drinking?”, I ask (shouting).
“Yes” he says.
No signs of assault, I left him in the tender care of the ambulance crew.
Now home, to bed and sleep.
Then I'll reply to some of the comments people have left.
Nighty night.