I'm breaking the web silence.....BOO!

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It's me. Tapping politely on the inside of your screen. Promise not to knock any important words or silvery bits off if you let me back on.......
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Oh, you're there. Thanks.  I've bit of an explanation to make, which if you're an erstwhile reader, you'll be quite ready for.
I'm on me holidays. Me and Mr Dunnit are in Spain..you know that because I wrote about it last week..it was intended to be a warning because for once, my posts would be light...a holiday for yourself too, gentle reader, in a way. 

Yeah well, the world had another plan. After a languorous two days of sunshine and sand, I took to feeling poorly and have spent the last five days in a really marvellous Spanish hospital, culminating in a short surgery to remove my gall bladder. Bloody thing.  You see these sort of nasty holiday realities on TV.  Believe me, I suffered the English abroad stereotype momentarily.  I'm reasonably sure that the Emergency admissions guy thought that I was your average 'sick on the beach because of alcohol and sun' type.  Fortunately, my status as a member of the European Community meant that he had to give me access to someone who knew better and from that moment, the treatment was marvellous.  Ah, Mi Dios. I'm home now...well, in my Spanish home where I was scheduled to be, and have instructions to do nothing for 48 hours...oh, OK then.  Mr Dunnit and I are happy to have a couple days of quiet together before getting on a flight home, but home will be marvellous of course. 
And......oh, don't worry, there are still stories to tell.  But there aren't many pictures of mud bathing or beautiful architecture...but there will be body parts.  Boredom when feeling better may have caused photographs of bruises.  I am still considering the implications of exposure.