So ...

... we got back safe and reasonably sound. I ingested something ghastly and was sick as the proverbial dog on Sunday, which made the flight back rather unpleasant. That aside, Mr Brown worked hard, I read until my eyes fell out, and we both ate very well indeed. Well, mostly anyway. And I got to see some family, a bonus.
Oh, and I endured a boat ride (on the Sir Henry Morgan) without vomiting, double bonus.