So it’s finally happening to me. The change that a woman in the early side of her late forties can expect, that weird biological re-jigging that indicates that she has reached the time of life known as ‘past her prime’. It’s a bit embarrassing, and a bit wistful, and an unnerving reminder of mortality. There you are, everything ticking along smooth as butter for years and years, and suddenly one day you realise it’s the beginning of the end.
For me it happened this Thursday morning.
I bet you think I’m talking about menopause. Hah! Menopause I would celebrate—the end