When I read an article of this nature, involving the need to work at things, whether household or otherwise, I can't help thinking what does the need to work cover up for that person. I can never seem to readily accept that one works so hard to be productive. There's something else, something deeper, something not understood by men, by me, anyway.

Mum told me: I never mind washing the dishes when there's a view out of the kitchen window.

But really, what was mum really thinking about?

I don't know, just blabbing! 💚