Bit like Clarky, we hung around so our drummer could get his arm back working properly (ligaments, I think).
He then decided he'd rather be a dad than drum, having fathered a child in the meanwhile - despite being the youngest grandfather I've met. 'I want to be a better dad this time around' - what can you say to that?
But while this was going on he'd been moonlighting with a previous band!
Drummers, eh? can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.