Anyway, in spite of the fact that it's the men who do the hunting it's the women gatherers who provide 60% of the family's needs. 'Twas ever thus.
Anyway I was thinking about what it would be like to live like that and the first thought that occurred to me was: what do they use for toilet paper?
Oooh, I've got to have a good toilet, me. I even have nightmares about not being able to find one that's clean or unblocked or dry-floored.
Husband said the documentary was okay but they could have got the one hour's programme into 15 minutes if they hadn't repeated themselves and waffled so. Much like last night's trustee meeting.
I'm not the ideal person to take minutes in normal trustee meetings as I drift off until someone says, 'Have you got that, Liz?'
'Hm, yes! What?!'
But I'm even worse in budget meetings when the talk goes to figures and reserves and deficits and outgoings. I put the time to good use though: I perfected my daisy-drawing skill.