Ingrid feverish most of the night and most of the day, not interested in food or drink and sleeping badly. But when I thought she might want an extra nap in the afternoon (because the midday nap was only 40 minutes instead of the more usual 1.5 to 2 hours) she refused. So she got to go out for a walk in the pushchair like we usually do, and she was perfectly happy. The power of routine? Or fresh air curing all ills?