Monkey Boy crashed out on bed and not dealing with sickness well.
Chippie got temp, thankfully no vomiting, but not sick enough to be listless. Can, however, now climb onto change table. Fabulous.
I missed the temp, but got a terribly sore chest, disgusting cough and, in typical fashion, the motivation to keep working and an extremely fatigued body and fuddled mind.
I hate that.
Oh, and desperate for a nice, relaxing bath, Grumpy has decided today would be a great day to remove the waterproofy stuff from around the edge of the bath (it was a dodgy job, looks horrible and starting to look manky