Front room of Doom

Bit of a special day today.
Everyone sick.
Raheny with his back in bits, tripping on pain killers.
Mrs Raheny, Luca and Mimi averaging 38.4 celsius at 4.00pm (under the arm, in the mouth and anal measurement. Luca was unlucky in the draw, he was the last one to be measured and his was the oral measurement...)

Finnzy-Bob on the other hand has been in flying form all day.

Why are we not all breastfed?