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 – it did need removing and redoing), but only able to do it in bits due to, you know, family and stuff.
Chippie did entertain himself for a bit, tossing rolls of toilet paper down the toilet, but Grumpy did have to tend to it eventually.
It also meant Monkey Boy was unable to have baths he wanted to bring his temp down, and wash himself. I preferred a hot bath, I just feel like it shifts the gunk in your chest, so it hurts less when you cough.