It’s Fieldays this week: the largest agricultural event in the southern hemisphere. My husband has to go with his colleagues, and he asked if I wanted to join them. “What is it?” I asked, “What would I like about it?”
“There’s tractors,” he said. “And farming stuff, and stalls and… stuff.”
Hmmmm. “What time are you leaving?”
I’m not going.
Then today, my husband came home from work and said, “Bill at work wanted to know if you were coming with us to Fieldays. He says I should tell you there are a couple of stands in one corner that sell potato peelers and cleaning products and saucepans, and that all the women love them.”
Potato peelers? That changes everything. I thought it was going to be all sheep dip and stuff. But potato peelers? Oh yes, I’d definitely get up at 5 am to see those.
Apparently, the girls at work think Bill is a bit sexist.