Before Xmas one of my relatives asked me to promise not to marry again “just yet”.
I wonder why people are so free with advice.
I suppose now I might marry a woman so it doubles my chance of finding somebody I might get on with.But I’ve got used to having a bed to myself though a cat is welcome company.
It’s quite hard work being married,for women.All the time your head is filled with non-linear equations,aleph null and whether there is enough bread at home.And wondering if you should throw it all in and go to live in Tasmania with a sheep.
How my heart sings 