I recognise the signs well in advance. I start to get a bit grumpy, the patience starts to wear a bit thin, hubby starts to get “the look” more often than not and he gets very snappy answers to any of his questions. It’s that time, I’m suffering from PMT (pre me-time tension)! When I get like this I know perfectly well I’m due a bit of me-time to get my head back in gear. It doesn’t need to be much. A coffee and trashy mag for an hour or a wander round M&S (alone!). Yesterday I ended up in…

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