I did have one really good tip … but I can’t remember what it was … hang on … it’s on the tip of my tongue. Oh look, there’s a butterfly.
Perimenopause is a lonely old place. Younger friends don’t know it exists or live in denial of the day when all this will happen to them. Older friends don’t talk about ‘things downstairs’ or ‘the change’ because it’s not the done thing. So here I am stuck in between a rock and a hot place. Continue reading “The Questions I Wish People Would Ask: The Perimenopausal Princess Papers (Part 6)”
Perimenopause and menopause are natural stages of life, not illnesses or diseases so dreadful and fearful that only the brave can whisper their names.
These days most people get on my tits. In fact, not just people; noise, smells, tastes, theme tunes, phone notifications, radio DJs making small talk, the postman taking a shortcut over my front lawn that is the size of a postage stamp (lazy bastard). I hadn’t thought anything of it – just assumed I wasContinue reading “Easily Irritated: The Perimenopausal Princess Papers (Part 3)”
As a man in his 20s he survived with a can of Lynx, wet-look hair gel and a bottle of YSL Kouros aftershave (something that always pissed me off because an ex-girlfriend bought him some and he continues to wear the fragrance for years!).
You can leave the house in the morning fuzz free, but that night, or in the harsh glare of the light in the ladies loo at work, you will spot a great big dark, thick hair sprouting from your chin or neck. I can grow facial hair faster than my husband!