On Saturday night, all had gone to bed and were asleep when I was wakened by something unspecified. I couldn't decide what it had been, so I walked down through the house just to be sure, to be sure.
There she was, lying in the hallway, tangled up in her dressing gown, (not wearing it) and carrying on like a pork chop.
When eventually back on her feet, she asked what I wanted her to watch - I had apparently called her to watch something on TV. When I said that I had been sound asleep, she got very upset and called me a liar etc.
Then last night at about midnight, she stood in the doorway to the hall and yelled loudly for himself until she woke us. It turned out that she had managed to turn her alarm on but couldn't turn it off. However she denied absolutely touching the radio in any manner or form.
Life gets tedious.