My husband spends his life trying to brief me on things I should anxiously engage with. But I can’t worry about a dearth of Christmas turkeys so far in advance
I tend not to worry about things until they have happened. This is somewhere between a policy and a habit – and has its ups and downs. Sometimes I think it would be nice to have fewer appalling surprises, but not often enough that I try to change.
Mr Z is the exact opposite. He conducts a minute-by-minute threat-level analysis of the medium term, as if he has one of those angled dental mirrors into the future. Consequently, he is extremely worried about gas prices and very worried indeed about food shortages. He also has some ambient concerns about nuclear submarines.