MenoMe. At first she steals your figure, then your sleep, your mood, your patience, your eyesight, then just for fun, she eats your brain. She leaves you with thinning head hair, increased facial hair, a moustache, muffin top, hot flushes, spotty itchy skin, 10 million moods, a dodgy memory and an endless need for naps.
Oh, the endless need for naps. Introducing the third in the line of my menopausal 7 dwarfs: Weary. This is where I’m supposed to make some sort of witty comment about being tired… I can’t I’m just too tired….
