Today, much of the FSU celebrates International Women’s Day. This day is a holiday to honour the institution that is woo-man, and also saves the men and kids from celebrating mother’s day.
IWD is the one day in Ukraine where women can expect to put up their feet, and have everything done for them by the men in their lives. And because men can’t multitask, which in this case means keeping a job and treating their woman good, IWD is a public holiday.
Yesterday the streets and underpasses of Kyiv were a-frenzied with flower selling activities; in fact, I saw some old babushkas brining more up from the metro at about 3pm. Offices finished up work for the day at about 4pm, offering employees drinks and food in honour of the fairer sex. By 5pm, there wasn’t a woman on the streets who didn’t have a bunch of flowers in their hand.
I have also heard it said that IWD is the day that women can expect their men to take the stinky, rotten old Christmas tree out and put it on the dumpster (well, it IS the one day men will do something around the house).
The Ukrainian government declared last Saturday a working day, allowing workers to take the IWD holiday on Thursday, then another holiday on Friday.
As a result, we’re de-camping to Britain for a little bit of sanity.
And I got a bit overexcited when I booked my tickets, because I’m managed to book me all the way through to Sydney. This means that I’ll be away for three weeks. I need to be at the airport in three hours. And I haven’t started to pack.
It also means that, after I depart on Monday, I miss all of Tuesday, arriving in Sydney on Wednesday. Sad really.
So, I promise you dear readers, I shall be writing fairly bland stuff about how excited I am to eat real food, and use real money, and hear real language being spoken. I just may not get around to it every day.
See youse soon,
Little Miss Moi.