The heating is broken. Ian cannot leave for some foreign place without some disaster (usually some expensive disaster) arriving to herald his departure. Last time it was a leak from the washing machine. The time before that 2 visits to the vet for the cat and stitches etc. This time it is the heating. Oh, and another leak from the washing machine. And Ana has got the flu.
So the clocks went back last night but of course she doesn't know this and her flu plus her inability to time travel culminated in a particularly restless night which she is now re-living; it's meant to be naptime but she is standing up, crying through snot and lamenting the demise of her Postman Pat doll who I have removed lest I should behead him for keeping her awake with his stupid bloody theme tune which I have heard around 1000 time today already.
I think I am going insane.
I have counted to 100.
Go. To. Sleep.