I rushed to hold my hand under cold running water from the tap to try to cool my skin, watching a large puddle of hot tea running all over the kitchen worktop and oven, dripping down onto the floor, powerless to do anything about it as cooling my burnt hand was my priority.
After a couple of minutes I looked for a cloth to try to mop up the mess. By this time P had wandered out into the kitchen to see why there was a delay. He rushed to fetch an old towel and managed to mop up most of the tea while I went back to holding my hand under the tap.
Unfortunately, the liquid caused all the sockets down that side of the kitchen to short. We have now cleaned up as much as we can and hope that the socket under the worktop dries out by tomorrow so that I can use the automatic ignition on the gas hob.
Meanwhile, my hand has been sprayed with dry Savlon and loosely wrapped in a gauze bandage, but it is very sore now.
At least I don't have to cook tonight - P has offered to fetch a takeaway meal.