“She didn’t even have time to shower/sleep/shave at home in 5 hours off company time.”
There was clearly no time for whoopee off the set.
Her co-star had one child and then used a surrogate because of her advancing age.
https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2009/apr/30/sarah-jessica-parker-twins-surrogate
A house? You were lucky to have a house! We used to sleep in one room, 26 of us. And half the floor was missing. We were all huddled in one corner, for fear of falling.
You were lucky to have a room. We used to live in corridors.
Oh...We used to dream ‘a livin’ in a corridor. Woulda’ been a palace for us. We used to live in an old watertank on top of a rubbish tip. Got Woked up every mornin by havin the lot of the rotten fish dumped all over us.
House? Why woulda say house? It were only a hole in the ground, covered by a couple foot o torn canvas. But they were house to us!
We were evicted from our hole in the ground. We had to go livin in lake.
You were lucky to have a lake.There were 150 of us, livin in shoebox at middle o’ motorway.
Cardboard box?
Nay.
You’re lucky. We lived for three months in a rolled up newspaper in a septic tank. We used to hadta get up a’six in the morning, clean da newspaper, eat a crusta stale bread, go to work down the mill, for a 14 hour day, week in week out for 6 cents a month, and when we got home, our dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt.
Luxury. We used to hafta get ‘out the lake, 3 am, clean the lake, eat a handful ‘o hot gravel, work 20 hours a day at mill, for a penny a month, and dad would beat us about the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were lucky.
Well o course we had it tough. We used to have to get up outta shoebox, in middle of night, and lick the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked at mill for 24 hours for a penny a year, When we got home, our dad would slash it in two with bread-knife.
Right.. I used to get up in the morning at night at half-past-ten at night, half an hour before I went to bed, Eat a lump of freezing cold poison, work 28 hours a day at mill, and pay da mill owner to let us work there. And when I went home our dad used to murder us in cold blood, each night, and dance about on our graves, singing hallelujah.
Yah, you try an tell the young people of today that, and they won’t believe you...