I'm back. (Just about.) I wish I could bring you tales of exoticism and intrigue, but I've gone nowhere you would want to follow. I've had the 'flu. This chap knows how I feel. I've been beached on a sofa, watching Homes Under the Hammer, feeling the homes were not the only things under the cosh.
I will spare you the details, though only because I can't be bothered to write them out again after Blogger just wiped what I'd spent half an hour writing - the Law of Feeling Wretched insists that no mercy is shown. So this is just a feeble wave rising from the tissues, sinus spray and cough syrup, but life is stirring. I will return.