Series 6 episode 5 spoilers

Timothy Turner was a fifteen year old boy who loved his family. His life had changed in ways that most teenager could not even imagine. When he was still a boy, he lost his Mummy to cancer. Then his life with just his Dad changed when he married again and Timothy once again had a Mum. Then came the adoption of his little sister, Angela.

Timothy loves Angela. He doted on her as a baby. Now he looks out for and plays with her.

Of all the changes he has had to endure aside from losing his Mum, the worst is having to share his bedroom with his little sister.

For years, his bedroom was his private domain. Now there is nothing private about it. There are dolls and toys strewn around the floor. His belongs are often touched and moved.

Recently he has found that it is almost impossible to find anything. His Dad does not understand. He just said, "Tidy it."

Timothy explained, "I do, but it gets untidy. It's a mystery." With the last remark he looked right at his sister, because it was not really a mystery at all.

Mum understands better, but until recently she had been required to rest and not help search for missing items.

One Saturday afternoon, he spent two hours writing a history paper. He sat alone in his room and wrote at his desk. When he had finished he went to the surgery to earn some pocket money in the sluice.

Later upon his return, Dad asked to see his work. There on his desk was his paper, but it was no longer paper and ink...It was red and blue and yellow and….

He burst into the sitting room and demanded, "Look at this!"

"Timothy, whatever is the matter?" Shelagh asked.

"Just look!"

"Oh dear."

"Now I have to rewrite the whole bloody lot!"

"Timothy," Patrick said sharply.

"I am angry!"

"I understand dearest. This is my fault, we were alone together this afternoon. I was resting a bit. I thought she was just playing..."

"She loves to color. You're lucky she hasn't colored the walls when you weren't looking."

"Tim, let me see it before you rewrite it. I may have some suggestions," Patrick added.

"Dad, you're a doctor not a historian."

"You'd be surprised, but they did teach us quite a bit when I was in school. Not to mention half the history they teach, I have lived through."

"Well this is on King George the third. I don't think you were alive for his rule."

"No not the third, but I was for the fifth and the sixth."

"I know Dad, but that does not help me with my paper."

"Leave it be for now. You'll have time tomorrow," Shelagh suggested.

Angela who had been playing with blocks on the floor, must have sensed that Timothy was upset. She stood and hugged his legs.

Timothy looked down at her and said, "I love you too Angela, but you make a horrible roommate."

"Blocks?"

"Okay, okay."

As the two were on the floor building a tower, Timothy said, "Angela, we need to talk. You can't color on paper with writing on it."

Tim got up and found a fresh piece of paper and took another from his Dad that had patient notes scratch into it.

"See new paper. Color. See writing. No color."

Angela who adored her brother just laughed at him.

The early next morning Timothy was sound asleep. In his dreams he heard his name over and over.

Finally he roused enough to feel weight on his legs. He opened his eyes to Angela sitting on his legs saying, "Timfee you awake? Timfee you awake…" over and over.

"Go away, Angela," he said.

Angela who was so pleased to be waking Timothy cried at the rejection, "Mumma, Mumma!" She hollered at the top of her lungs.

A disheveled Patrick came running it to their room.

"What is going on? It is six in the morning!"

"Dad. She woke me up!"

"Why is she yelling?"

"Because I told her to go away!"

"Tim, you need to be nicer."

"Dad, I woke and she was sitting on top of me. Beside you are not too happy to be woken up either!"

"You're right. I'm sorry son. Go back to sleep. Come on young lady, let's leave your brother alone."

On their way down the hall, Shelagh called out from the bedroom.

"Patrick, is everything alright?"

Appearing in the door with Angela, he said, "A certain brother was woken up by someone."

"Oh no. Patrick, I know you have been avoiding it, but we need to talk about a new flat today. Timothy is s teenager. He needs his sleep."

"You're right Shelagh. Now go back to sleep. I'll take care of this," he said looking down at his daughter.

"I won't sleep again. Angela, how about you and Daddy come snuggle with Mummy in bed."

"Yay Mummy!" she ran and climbed up into the bed.

"Make room for Daddy. I have cold feet."

"Too late! She does too!" Shelagh cried.

Patrick climbed in and nuzzled up to Shelagh and said, "A new room isn't going to get her to sleep any later."

"Have you forgotten Dear, with a new baby no one is going to be sleeping soon."

"Urgh!"

They both laughed.