Saturday, 2 October 2010
What's a girl supposed to do?
I must say I think we are the lucky generation of women.Born in the age of the contraceptive pill, equal rights (in our country at least), equal pay (well - almost). I must also say that in my teaching career I never felt at a disadvantage being a woman and never felt I was judged on anything other than my performance. I have always felt equal.
That does not mean to say that I could do a man's job necessarily. The farmer tills the soil, looks after the beast, digs the garden - does all the major physical sort of jobs. I cook and wash the laundry - equal shares of the jobs we both do best. Nothing wrong with that, is there?
But today I had to acknowledge that women## are the weaker sex. There are two things I can't abide. One of them is moths - the very word makes me shudder. (I do know a man who has a phobia about frogs and another man who does not like mice (yes F, I mean you)). The other thing I am not too keen on is what I will broadly call 'creepy-crawlies'.
One morning last week a large (and i mean large) spider chose to sit in the washbasin in the bathroom. I spotted it as I stepped out of the shower. I grabbed the towel and ran down to phone the farmer who was luckily only a stone's throw away from the house. In no time at all it was in a tumbler and out into the garden (if you wish to live and thrive, let all spiders run alive).
But today at lunch time when I took two peaches out of the fruit bowl to put on a plate for dessert at lunch time do you see what was lurking in the stem end of one peach?
Dear readers courage failed me. It appeared to be asleep but as I carefully put the peach down on the draining board in the kitchen it woke up and extended its feelers for a sniff around. I am ashamed to say I fled. Only when the farmer came did I dare to come back and photograph it to show you.
Alright - I admit it. I am lily-livered, scared of wee beasties and hereby acknowledge that all you men out there are my knights in shining armour ready to defend me against the tiniest beetle. If anyone knows what it is, do let me know. I just hope it isn't some tropical chappie that has travelled all the way across Europe in a box of peaches, because now it sits in our privet hedge on a pretty cool night, which will be a bit of a shock. But not half the shock I got when I saw it first.
##read some women!