A Bad Case of the Thunderplods

Jesper has a cold. He just sneezed on my face, mid-snuggle.

My computer has a virus... Uh, 62 of them, to be exact, which it somehow acquired after my emergency purchase of Spybot last night.

Somebody is crashing around upstairs like a sumo wrestler. They must have the thunderplods, a terrible affliction. Maybe I should go put them out of their misery. }:)