As a single man I don't have to cope with all these complications of who does what. I get to cook, wash up, clean, make the bed, etc. as well as driving, navigating, parallel parking and talking to car mechanics. Sometimes I can even do 2 things at once if I really concentrate.
In my very large, high maintenance , garden I now need help and it so happens that a man does the heavy shifting, not least because he doesn't know a flower from a weed, and any actual gardening is shared between me and my RHS trained lady assistant. Horses for courses it seems.
I think we can all be a little guilty of sexiat sterotypes, my OH is always getting teased for being scared of spiders because he is a big tough looking man!
Both my parents worked. My mum would leave me a note telling me what was prepared for our dinner and I cooked from the age of 14. I did washing up from the age of 10. All three of us could do all household jobs by school leaving age. We all did jobs for my nan who was severely arthritic. We never looked upon it as a boring chore, we were helping out, and in our way we still do this.
To those who grew up during the war it all seems irrelevant, we saw the women doing everything men had done, engineering machinist's welders drivers they manned the factories and the essential services. The local Balloon squad were mostly women and that was a heavy job, my own mother was an electrician on the local Canadian Air Base and women filled many of the jobs on the base. Many years later when I worked at ICI women manned the process lines filling two hundredweight sacks which often fell off the line, some of my men feeling gallant would rush to lift them back on and fail, only to see a girl with a jerk throw the bag back on the line, the men walked away blushing. Nothing soft about women when they are pushed, they may choose to be blushing virgins at times, all part of natures way of propagating the species, fight your corner Ladies some men know you are capable.
Ma was in the Land Army - I think I've posted before about how she saved a man from being trampled and gored by a bull by getting a pitchfork and sticking it up the bull's nostril while all the men were standing back wondering what to do.
She said, it doesn't matter what sex you are if you've got a brain and know how to use it.
Always a formidable woman, my Ma
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
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'Took me off' should of said told me off!!
As a single man I don't have to cope with all these complications of who does what. I get to cook, wash up, clean, make the bed, etc. as well as driving, navigating, parallel parking and talking to car mechanics. Sometimes I can even do 2 things at once if I really concentrate.
In my very large, high maintenance , garden I now need help and it so happens that a man does the heavy shifting, not least because he doesn't know a flower from a weed, and any actual gardening is shared between me and my RHS trained lady assistant. Horses for courses it seems.
Both my parents worked. My mum would leave me a note telling me what was prepared for our dinner and I cooked from the age of 14. I did washing up from the age of 10. All three of us could do all household jobs by school leaving age. We all did jobs for my nan who was severely arthritic. We never looked upon it as a boring chore, we were helping out, and in our way we still do this.
To those who grew up during the war it all seems irrelevant, we saw the women doing everything men had done, engineering machinist's welders drivers they manned the factories and the essential services. The local Balloon squad were mostly women and that was a heavy job, my own mother was an electrician on the local Canadian Air Base and women filled many of the jobs on the base. Many years later when I worked at ICI women manned the process lines filling two hundredweight sacks which often fell off the line, some of my men feeling gallant would rush to lift them back on and fail, only to see a girl with a jerk throw the bag back on the line, the men walked away blushing. Nothing soft about women when they are pushed, they may choose to be blushing virgins at times, all part of natures way of propagating the species, fight your corner Ladies some men know you are capable.
Frank.
Work smarter not harder
Ma was in the Land Army - I think I've posted before about how she saved a man from being trampled and gored by a bull by getting a pitchfork and sticking it up the bull's nostril while all the men were standing back wondering what to do.
She said, it doesn't matter what sex you are if you've got a brain and know how to use it.
Always a formidable woman, my Ma
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
I wouldnt have wanted to get on the wrong side of your mom! Bet you behaved
That's what I want to be called when I grow up: formidable
'The formidable lady with the cats at No1...'
Or 'battle axe', that will be acceptable too.