So, one minute you're sat with Vladimir Putin having lunch, and he's showing you his new sea-salt pepper mill... then you wake up in a hospital bed

And we're (slightly) back...

I'll spare you all the gory details - if I tell you there was foul puss which nearly choked me I'm sure you won't want to hear anything further - and instead just thank everyone for their kind wishes and words, both posted here and sent by email over the last few days.

Also - amongst many other things I have to thank her for - thanks to Shawndra who, alongside having to run round collecting slippers and bath things and sundries had the extra chore to cope with having a blog post being dictated to her

And very, very public and heartfelt thanks to all the team at the Ambulatory Care Unit at Milton Keynes General for their prompt and perfect treatment, especially at the moment where it mattered an awful, awful lot.