Well, I'd have said I'm an old stay-at-home, except I'm a few weeks back from Uganda, where we set up a community recording studio for ex-street kids to record their own songs, and whence I brought home suspected malaria. It ain't that, which means no-one knows what it is, but it doesn't bother me much now.
As the old song has it
I have no pain, dear mother, now
But, oh, I am so dry
Connect me to some brewery
To lay me down and die

Regards, and thanks for good wishes

Ewan