We are all down with the flu.
I hate being sick!
No-one is sleeping and we are all just a little fed up, short in the tolerance department, grumpy and frankly, fairly pathetic.
Little things are enough to send you over the deep end. Like breakfast. Yep - when you feel like this and something goes wrong at breakfast time, it's nearly enough to kill you.
Picture sad, over-tired, nose running, coughing Harri, who is merely trying to eat his toast, when disaster strikes.
"I just bit my tongue. (toast gets chucked rather vehemently at plate) This is just the worst day of my life!"