The Scottish mother of my eldest daughter eventually gave me this explanation, as one of the main reasons she could never marry me, that I was not a man's man, not hard enough, not tough enough, too ready to say sorry, too ready to be fair. She had in fact changed her mind three times over three years regards marrying me after agreeing to marry me, and there eventually was the simple reason why, this was back in the mid 1980's. I grew up around women, my playmates were mostly the (slightly older) girls that lived in our tenement building, they liked dropping me head first off the wash house roof and the dykes that surrounded our gardens but I digress. The Tampo that I had to live through regularly was because I was trying desperately to keep some small cash available for us when we were two weeks from payday, I am talking about sitting there with £20 left in total and 14 days till a wage. When the woman that is supposed to be your partner has regularly gambled away everything you have and everything you worked for while you are still trying to keep food on the table for your children and a roof over their heads, then you become a little bit intolerant when it comes to Tampo, I should have gotten out of the situation 10 years ago but I didn't because I care for my children and I cared for her and the rest of my extended family. I'm not fully out of it yet, but Tampo is no longer an issue although there is now a very clear and direct lack of 'Lambing' on the part of this particular man.