Quite a charming story Peter told me the other day.

In the old days, a man’s life was simple. He got up in the morning, left his family and went out with his fellow hunters into the distance to kill a dinosaur. He either killed the dinosaur and came back, or the dinosaur killed him, and he didn’t.

A woman’s life was much more complicated as she maintained the home, looked after the children and kept everything together. When her husband/partner left in the morning, she had no idea whether he killed the dinosaur or the dinosaur killed him. She had no idea whether was coming back at all. If he did, all was well. If he didn’t, she wouldn’t know where the food was coming from, who would father the children or what she would do.

Moral of the story? Women are natural worriers. Everything they do is about planning for contingencies and what happens if something goes wrong or they are left on their own. Its easy for them to jump from relationship to relationship, and their primary concern is with the children and how they will survive.

Apparently you can see it everywhere once you see that. I’ll be looking and wondering

P.S. Next up - we’re tearing into a very nice chap’s ex who keeps fucking him around even though they’ve been split for 2 years. Just waiting on the details from him and its “adios motherfucker”.