Back from Norway which -- like so many countries -- is in mourning for the terrible loss of life on Boxing Day.
Following Tony Blair and President Bush's example, I stayed on holiday while the tsunami tragedy unfolded.
In truth, I had little choice. With the nearest airport almost 300km away, it was far easier to send teams based in the Far East and even London to the disaster zone than drag me down from the peaks of the Rondane National Park.
As with last year's Bam Earthquake, I can't say I was disappointed not to go -- but it nevertheless felt a little strange to be watching events unfold on BBC World rather than in front of my eyes.
Under the circumstances, it seems almost in poor taste to say I had a great holiday -- snow-shoeing up mountains, cross-country skiing and replacing the smoggy residue of London with lungfuls of clean Norwegian mountain air under the expert guidance of mountain leader Merv Capewell.
My artificial leg fared incredibly well in the sub-zero conditions -- although Mr Stumpy took quite a hammering hiking through snow drifts for 6 days and is looking and feeling rather battered and bruised. I'm going to have to take it easy if I'm going to survive my trek in the Himalayas, which begins in just over a week's time.