Put the Smoky Bacon crisps next to the wallaby, Matilda, then come over here and help me sort these tinned foodstuffs into alphabetical order in the cupboard of all our dreams. We have seen the supermarkets of the gods and now it is time to tabulate our dried goods too.
However, I feel that sometimes it is necessary to wonder about Brussels sprouts. But not all that often and, especially, not now.
So, anyway….
Time and tide wait for no man; however, time to women is entirely a different matter. Take, for example, the simple question: ‘are you ready?’ which to a man, the dismal male of this species, a reply of ‘yes’, means you are either in your coat ready to go through the door or in a situation immediately prior to being in your coat ready to go out the door.
However, to the woman a reply of ‘yes’ means that sometime in the next hour or so, she will be at a point where she is almost ready to consider the tricky problem of which coat she is going to wear. It is also possible that decision will mean a completely new change of what she is already wearing, and just how warm or cold is it out there – only roughly, to a tenth of a degree or so. This may mean that she will be too hot, or too cold in the almost tentatively-decided upon coat and will need to reconsider the whole situation, and ‘why didn’t you say it was raining?’
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