Friday, 3 July 2009

Too much to do!

Isn't it wonderful that such romantic looking fruit is also so sweet and tasty! Particularly when you have grown them yourself in your own window boxes! Tomatoes on the way....

So I know I still haven't managed to up load my Italy messages - the photos need sorting out still and I am up to my eyeballs at work organising a shoot that seems to be escalating every second. Surely organising a wedding (with a fraction of the budget, cast or movement order and loads more time and friendly faces) can't be as stressful.

In the mean time I found this which I love - via Credit Crunch Bride.

It's Charles Darwin's very practical and empirical notes on marriage which end with such a heartfelt exclamation! - apparently he wrote all sorts of his thoughts about career and prospects while jotting down his daily notes on animal breeding. This is scribbled on two scraps of paper titled Marry and Not Marry.

Notes on Marriage by Charles Darwin

Not Marry?
Freedom to go where one liked
Choice of Society and little of it.
Conversation of clever men at clubs
Not forced to visit relatives, and to bend in every trifle
To have the expense and anxiety of children –
perhaps quarrelling –
Loss of time –
cannot read in the Evenings –
fatness and idleness –
anxiety and responsibility –
less money for books
if many children forced to gain one’s bread (But then it is very bad for one’s health to work too much).
Perhaps my wife won’t like London, then the sentence is banishment and degradation with indolent, idle fool.

Children – (if it please God) –
constant companion, who will feel interested in one
(a friend in old age) –
object to be beloved and played with – better than a dog anyhow
Home, and someone to take care of house
Charms of Music and female Chit Chat –
These things good for ones health but terrible loss of time
My God, it is unthinkable to think of spending
one’s whole life, like a neuter bee, working, working, and nothing after all
No, no won’t do
Imagine living all one’s days solitarily in smoky
dirty London House –
Only picture to yourself a nice soft wife on a sofa
with good fire, and books and music perhaps – compare this vision with
dingy reality.
Marry! Marry! Marry!

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