I'm getting seriously, seriously pissed off with the adults around this house now. In fact the bigger kids aren't much better. The past 3 days while Marcel has held me down, daddy has pulled open my eyelids and mummy has dripped in some nippy, cold liquid. I hate them so I cry and cry. And, as if that isn't bad enough, no sooner do they stop that than mum and dad attack me with a syringe full of yellow liquid saying it'll taste nice. I shake my head vigorously but they completely ignore me and squirt it in every time I cry. I hate them for that too. It isn't fair! I don't understand why they are attacking me this week, when I'm already not feeling very well!