Clash of the Titans

Emma and I are locking horns this morning over sleep, something that's becoming a bit of a routine. It goes a bit like this: put child in cot, cuddle and coo for about 30secs. Leave child quietly. Child starts wailing. Mother steels nerves and waits. Mother eventually cracks, and soothes child with dummy. Child drops off again. Mother leaves child quietly etc etc etc. eventually i wave the white flag pick her up and the girl gives me a gummy smile of victory. she's sitting on my lap now, hence the lack of capital letters.
had 2 groups of prospective tenants round last night! like buses, then. all nice and all quite keen. (Emma back in bed. Capitals and punctuation resumed.) They could toss a coin for it. Or mudwrestle? Now there's quality entertainment!

Sweet peace

Emma is asleep on our bed, her arms flung skywards in surrender and her legs yogically splayed at the knees. She makes my heart melt with love.
A potential renter called last night! I must get cleaning. Any accidental glance at the toilet bowel and they'll head for the hills.

One more thing

The football. I'm over it already. And I think David Beckham's moaning about the penalty spot is very unsporting.

Swollen faced dogs

Just spent the weekend in Devon with the fabulous Grant family. Emma (Grant) is my best friend of 22 years. I didn't exactly name my daughter after her, but it helped.. I don't think I know any horrible people called Emma, come to think about it. Not that it necessarily puts you off a name: I loved Margaret, you see, despite the famous, horrible one. Little Emma loved her weekend in the country. We even came home with a new friend for her - Mumps, a dog on wheels we picked up at Yew Tree antiques in Wiveliscombe, so-called because of his disproportionately large head and jowls. We paid 65 quid for it, sucked in by the 'Antique' moniker. It probably isn't at all, but put together in a back room from recycled materials by some geezer chuckling to himself. On our return I was hoping to find a crop of messages along the lines of "yes please, we'd love to rent a three bedroom house in Tooting, while you muck about a la Suisse for 2 years" but it wasn't to be. Where have all the renters gone? Back to Mum and Dad's probably, while they squirrel away pocket money for their first house purchase. Hateful hounds (no offence, Mumps.)

One mile from Wimbledon

Hello. Welcome to my blog. I am thirty years old, happily married and have a 9 week old daughter Emma. I live in Tooting and have a great crop of lettuces. I don't have a dishwasher and wish I had. I am a middle-class poncey type and fret about the environment, but the cloth nappy thing is not working for me. I like Euro 2004 but am less into the tennis, though it is right on my doorstep. I must go now as my girl is squeaking. We are moving to Switzerland in August. Cheers for now, and come on England.