Thought for today:
"Have you noticed how women are now branching out into all realms of society today? They are now touching bases which no feminine hand ever previously handled and are entering manly domains that once were the exclusive sanctums of masculinity personified.
Gone are the days when the well-bred man could go to his club in order to escape the domestic chattering of his household or the lowly man visit the quiet of his garden shed.
When I was a boy, many miners who worked below ground for most of the week and who never saw the sunlight until the arrival of Saturday would spend most of the weekend in their gardens or garden sheds. Those lucky ones who were fortunate enough to have an allotment used to spend many a peaceful hour there in the certain knowledge that their manly peace would not be interupted by the clatter of a house full of children, the constant drone of domestic drivel in the background and household chores waiting to be done.
I still recall my father telling me that 'a man's shed is just that.....a man's shed. It is his castle and the garden that surrounds it is the moat that no woman shall ever be allowed to cross.'
Well..... being a lad at the time, I could clearly understand this common-sense view and sympathise with such natural male feelings. As my grandfather, a very wise Irish man used to frequently remind his drinking pals in the pub whenever referring to the fairer sex, 'Be very careful my friend, Give them an inch and they'll want a yard. Let them know what you earn weekly and they'll expect you to hand your weekly wage packet over unopened every week.... why, I wouldn't put it passed them to ask for pocket money next and then where will we all be? They'll expect the vote next!'
Ah........the joys of progress." William Forde: November 13th, 2014.
"Have you noticed how women are now branching out into all realms of society today? They are now touching bases which no feminine hand ever previously handled and are entering manly domains that once were the exclusive sanctums of masculinity personified.
Gone are the days when the well-bred man could go to his club in order to escape the domestic chattering of his household or the lowly man visit the quiet of his garden shed.
When I was a boy, many miners who worked below ground for most of the week and who never saw the sunlight until the arrival of Saturday would spend most of the weekend in their gardens or garden sheds. Those lucky ones who were fortunate enough to have an allotment used to spend many a peaceful hour there in the certain knowledge that their manly peace would not be interupted by the clatter of a house full of children, the constant drone of domestic drivel in the background and household chores waiting to be done.
I still recall my father telling me that 'a man's shed is just that.....a man's shed. It is his castle and the garden that surrounds it is the moat that no woman shall ever be allowed to cross.'
Well..... being a lad at the time, I could clearly understand this common-sense view and sympathise with such natural male feelings. As my grandfather, a very wise Irish man used to frequently remind his drinking pals in the pub whenever referring to the fairer sex, 'Be very careful my friend, Give them an inch and they'll want a yard. Let them know what you earn weekly and they'll expect you to hand your weekly wage packet over unopened every week.... why, I wouldn't put it passed them to ask for pocket money next and then where will we all be? They'll expect the vote next!'
Ah........the joys of progress." William Forde: November 13th, 2014.
