Rubble bubble, toilet trouble

Fugs honestly said this today, in all innocence, whilst straddling two rocking chairs, elevating them from their rather sedandary reputation to that of extreme sports equipment. He had been brewing up some barley stew with daddy, the two of them being the only ones not ill. The rest of us, well, Me, Jem and Allie, were slumped un the sofa, covered in a furry blanket. Actually, it does kind of sum up the last few days. Allie has been ill with a very poorly tummy since Wednesday. He's a lot better now. Has been on rehydration treatment. Jem has had some sort of flu all weekend. Hardly anyone's eaten anything for days. I was really tired by Friday and today seem to have the same achy thing, but trying to stay on top of it. So Fugs was crawling up the walls, not having had much to do. But I did manage to get him to keep still long enough to "kill all (his) pet nits", with the electronic device. We did manage to make a great dragon out of an egg box and some toilet rolls on Friday, despite my extreme sleep deprivation and not being able to put Allie down. We finished Finn Family Moomintroll, which seems to have captured Fugs's imagination. He had an amazing dream, which he couldn't stop talking about so we put some paper in front of him and he carried on, using illustrations.
I can't keep my eyes off 100 Greatest Pop Videos long enough to concentrate, so I'll stop now.