Yesterday, rwrylsin and I saw the doctor - an NHS doctor, and our first visit (which was, technically, supposed to happen about 8 months ago. Oops). I listed my various symptoms, the doctor listened, checked my breathing, and declared it to be a bacterial infection in the respiratory tract (apparently, if it had been the flu, it should have been over more than a week ago), and prescribed a suitable penicillin derivative for me. Hopefully that'll flush out any remaining nasties and I can get on with recovering (with the occasional grumble about missing not just one, but two fencing competitions due to this thing !). I suspect it'll be a good month or two before I'm back to the fitness level I had before getting this.
Meanwhile, our kitchen once more looks like a place fit for humans to prepare food in ... it had been getting steadily messier and grottier, and neither of us was well enough to deal with it properly. Today, I felt up to wielding the vacuum cleaner and mop and taming the dishes, and all is well and shiny again ... at least until dinner time.