The pointy finger is pointing at...

... me!
Yep. I was trapped in a narrow gorge, with my defences down, and I got a lecture. 
Then I vomited with much gusto. And unfortunately gastro-juices too. Which burnt a lot. 
Then I got some sympathy. And a day without leaving the house. Or my pyjamas. Or the couch. 

On the plus side I can easily live on my fat reserves for quite a while.
And I got to see Kung Fu Panda again. It had been too long.