That’s No Lady …

ladyI have a problem in work, and it’s not The Boss.

Well he is, but I have another one.

As I’m often to be found on a building site trying to make sense of architectural plans, tripping over wires, getting my hands dirty and generally mucking about with the lads, people sometimes forget that I am actually, ahem, a lady.

Yup, it shocks me too.

So it was with interest that I perused the recent article courtesy of ‘Country Life’, ’39 Steps to Being a Lady of 2015′.

I wish I hadn’t bothered.

Of the 39 steps, I tick only around a third, as I:

  • Never wear shoes I can’t walk in – er, yup. Tick. Huge tick.
  • Would never have Botox – I quite like smiling.
  • Would never own a handbag dog – my cat would disown me.
  • Can handle a sports car and a sit-on mower – does a JCB mini-digger count?
  • Know when a man is spoken for – aren’t they all?
  • Offer the builder a cup of tea – oh yes, and cakes, biscuits and bacon butties. 
  • Cook perfect, crispy roast potatoes – I can, I just choose not to. 
  • Know songs for long car journeys – ‘The Laughing Gnome’ by David Bowie and ‘500 Miles’ by The Proclaimers. Sorted. 
  • Knows how to let a man think it’s his idea – it’s why I’m so good at my job …

Otherwise, I fail miserably. Mind you, some of the points make me wonder exactly what a ‘lady’ looks like in 2015:

  • Can paunch a rabbit, pluck a pheasant and gut a fish, but allows men the privilege – Downton Abbey lives on.
  • Can imitate Piglet and Pooh voices for a bedtime story – back in the day, it was ‘Bob the Builder’ and ‘Pingu‘.
  • Knows when to deadhead a rose – when it falls off?
  • Knows when to take control in the bedroom and the boardroom – hmm. I don’t have a boardroom.
  • Owns a little black dress – nope, I have skinny black trousers and natty flat shoes.
  • Always has a hanky – I truly fail to see how this could make anyone a lady.
  • Can silence a man with a stare and make a dog lie down with a hand signal – and vice versa – if I had this skill, my life would truly change. 

So it seems I am nowhere near being a lady. But you know what? I don’t think I’m missing out. I like handling a massive SDS drill like I was born to it. And I love driving a digger. But I also like shopping for a gorgeous new top and taking two hours to get ready to go out.

MS has pushed me to my boundaries and beyond. It’s only now, at my age, that I am discovering that I really can be … me?

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8 thoughts on “That’s No Lady …

  1. Sally says:

    Why would you make roast tatties when Aunt Bessie has it covered?

  2. Tricia says:

    As always, love it xx

  3. Judy Epstein says:

    A nice thing to read at the end of the week!

  4. Susa says:

    That sounds about right…..good for u

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