Childfree by choice: stop telling me I'll change my mind later
At work a while back, I was complaining that the air-con – usually set to subzero – was turned up to practically balmy. No one else agreed; my mate reached for the emergency nanna rug we keep in the office. “Huh,” I said. “Must be the menopause.” There was a heartbeat of silence and mortified looks …
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