WARNING: POST CONTAINS TRACES OF "WOMEN'S STUFF"
Last night I went to my friend Ange's book launch. It was great fun and I caught up with old friends and colleagues I haven't seen for a few years. However, I had to leave early because my monthly sorrows stalked me and had me shivering and crouching in the corner.
Today has been little better; it's been a Saturday filled with pain killers, whining and a desultory bit of housework/freelance work.
Seriously, can't I just go somewhere to hand over my womanly functions? I'm not going to have kids, so I have zero need for them, nor my childbearing hips.
Thank God for this shiny light, my little treasure Bristol, who makes everything seem better.
Last night I went to my friend Ange's book launch. It was great fun and I caught up with old friends and colleagues I haven't seen for a few years. However, I had to leave early because my monthly sorrows stalked me and had me shivering and crouching in the corner.
Today has been little better; it's been a Saturday filled with pain killers, whining and a desultory bit of housework/freelance work.
Seriously, can't I just go somewhere to hand over my womanly functions? I'm not going to have kids, so I have zero need for them, nor my childbearing hips.
Thank God for this shiny light, my little treasure Bristol, who makes everything seem better.
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