My oh my. A recent conversation with my two new housemates (and very good friends) sent me into a spin. We were discussing pumping up tyres (don’t ask me why) and Emma said that she hadn’t ever done it, and how did a person know how much air to put in and what to do?
I was baffled. I honestly thought this was a joke. I staunchly feel that if you have a car, you should be able to do simple things like check the oil, change a tyre and top the windscreen water up, and yes, I know that the girls argument of the AA are there to help is fine, but who wants to wait on the side of the road for two hours while the AA show up, when you could have don’t it yourself and been on your merry way over an hour ago?
So we went to the garage and I showed Emma what to do and how to do it, with Mel paying close attention as it transpired she didn’t have a clue either. Great. I’m starting to feel I should be teaching life skills somewhere!
I get the sense that I am to be the man of the house when we move in. I can deal with spiders (after a few minutes of squealing, looking for the Hoover, whacking it until it is completely dead and not pretending, etc). I can change a tyre, screw a wardrobe together (after leaving my ex to do it in our old house and finding that the panels were screwed on the wrong way so you couldn’t put the hanging rail in) and I’m a dab hand at unblocking a sink, as long as I don’t ruin my nails.
But saying that, I’m not a massive feminist. Oh no, if there is a handy man on the scene then I will be more likely to ask rather than doing it myself, but I like to be safe in the knowledge that I could if I wanted to. Daddy or boyfriend or passing man will do, on the theory that they are stronger and more able to do manly things. Although the amount of time that some of my male friends and housemates have spent in the bathroom makes me question how much there is a manly option! A few years ago I returned to my car after a late shift and it had a completely flat tyre. I tried to take it off but the garage that had done something to it the last time had tightened it with one of those air tighteners, and despite me standing on the tool to loosen the nut, it wasn’t going anywhere. So I had to accost some poor man whose nails were cleaner that mine to help me out. I don’t think he was that impressed!