After taking an eternity to go to sleep in the first place, Charlotte woke up at 1.30am. And, save for a couple of mini-lulls, that was about it.
As a result, I think the foundations of our house have moved at least three feet.
We (including Charlotte) all did get to sleep for a few minutes at around 4.30 - before a neighbour's fire alarm woke us all again. You really couldn't make it up.
At least Jamie did provide a bit of light relief. It was goodness knows what time and Vanessa, for the umpteenth time, was going in to gently suggest to our daughter to shut the **** up.
But, as she walked through our door, she found Jamie standing blank-faced on the landing. So Vanessa stared back blank/knackered-faced.
Jamie looked her up and down and, in hushed tones, uttered: "Rabbits," before hopping back to his pit.
I can't remember my life being so bizarre than at the present time.