No, I haven't just fallen off the planet. Or been abducted by aliens.
I had to make a snap decision about going into hospital for some surgery. For peace of mind I decided to go for it. Laparoscopy is not too pleasant a procedure, but the outcome was a happy one and whilst I am very sore I am on the mend, making the most of a weekend spent in bed being waited on hand and foot.
The house is "bloke standard" clean and tidy, and with some encouragement a load of laundry made it into the washing machine. I was also surprised to discover that my other half had only a half an idea of how to put the dishwasher running...