Episode 4 – Mrs Woog is poorly, Mrs Berry is forgetful and riding off the back of a week of unprecendent inexplicable rage. There’s tea, solving the world’s woes, the realisation we can blame everything on oestrogen and a fair wodge of opinion. Oh and Kim’s pathological hatred of bike sharing.
So, for the last couple of months, Mrs Woog and I relaunched our podcast with a flash new name and even a fancy logo.
Welcome to The Hot Flush, the premier podcast for the perimenopausal.
Basically it’s a support group for women who now have to spend a good part of their day plucking chin hairs, trying not to kill anyone, containing a reenactment of that scene from Carrie, not falling asleep standing up or indeed just trying to get some sleep. And then there’s the sweats.
And still we manage to laugh.
We’re up to episode five, so you better hop to it.
The link below takes you to our iTunes page.
I implore you to listen, subscribe, leave a comment and rate.
Basically because Woogs and I want to rule the world. No biggie.
Years ago, before blogging was a bloodsport, there was a little group of us from all over the world who entertained each other endlessly – me, Bec, Mary, Duyvken, Blackbird, Badger, Fish, Eleanor and more!
And then there was Joke. The impeccably well dressed, yes, even on the interweb, erudite Joke. The man who voluntarily lives where its 100+% humidity everyday and does things like caters a sit-down Thanksgiving dinner for about 1,000 people all by himself* in his backyard.
He gave me this recipe. It is fantastic. It can take many forms depending on the dried fruit and nuts you add. When I first made them the boys rejected them and I ate the whole batch. Hashtag proud.
When I made them this week I just had sultanas and dates in the cupboard so that was all that went it. They are still delicious. This time I’m onto making my third batch in two days because the boys like them now**.