Call off the search parties. Stand down the national guard. Stop the vigil. I have returned.
Sunday, I was merrily working away on my surprise. Suddenly I was attacked by a troop of marauding server monkeys. Stick in hand, I steeled myself for the struggle I knew was coming. "Do your worst," I told the malicious band.
When I regained consciousness I realised that the battle had taken a lot more out of me than I originally thought.
Actually, I think it was a return of the bug I had previously. Similar symptoms – tired, achy, chills, upset stomach – and it lasted another twenty-four hours.
BTW, if you want to hear more from the Royal Canadian Air Farce there's clips here.