And when you have a poorly ear, you need company.
Normally, when she's not happy during the darkened hours, Charlotte's approach is to scream loud enough to be carried into our room and deposited on my pillow.
But tonight the sister (of Jamie) was doing it for herself, and made her own way while V and me were having our tea. (That rhymes).
Yup, that's my pillow.
This has not happened before and I'm loathe to move her.
Thankfully, the Ashes cricket is about to start on the telly, live from Australia. And they'll be up for hours yet.
SATURDAY MORNING UPDATE: When I eventually did try to get in, Charlotte sensed my presence, opened one eye and muttered: "I was here first." Women.
