London Diary (15)

She looked out, between the blinds at the night outside. She warmed herself against the radiator, but she still shivered as she heard the wind howling around her building. The rain had stopped, thankfully, but it was another bitterly cold February eve. But it was not the weather that was on her mind. Hoping to catch a glimpse of him, she hoped it would be sooner rather than later. But that’s the trouble with a man’s work…

How many women, just like her she thought, have stayed awake, long into the night, looking out for their man? Millions, billions along the course of humanity. And it is always the woman that will stay up, anxious and worried. It isn’t that he is doing bad things, well, they are not things that are hurting her. He is working, working at whatever needs to be done so that there is food on the table and a roof over their heads. The job of a man…

In these enlightened times, both men and women are working, but it is still the man that does the dangerous work, the one who still takes the risks, goes that little bit further to secure something for the family. And it is the women who stay up at night, looking out of the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of that man, who works that little bit extra so that she can live a better life…


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