Well he did manage a morsel of roast pork and has tottered back off to his sick bed.
Without making excuses, he was extremely ill as a very young child and had a kidney removed at 18 months, consequently he was very spoilt by his parents and any illness was A Big Deal. This appears to have continued to this day unfortunately.
In dull news, there is a very small dog bed that's been in my kitchen since New Year's Eve so that DDog1 could get away from the revelry. It was in front of the oven and was really rather in the way. Today I mopped the floor and put it under the table instead, this has resulted in great excitement and competition for this particular bed. DDogs seem to think there is no better bed and are both huddled on it like two drowning souls on a life raft.