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!