As a young woman of forty-four, menopause hadn’t even entered my vocabulary. I was slightly cocky about the fact that I thought I could easily crack out another couple of kids (even though I didn’t want to... talk about the arrogance of youth), so when it did happen, the perimenopause (again, a completely new concept to me) not only crept up on me but hit me like a train.
I wasn’t prepared for it. I didn’t even realise it was happening. And yet fast forward a few years and I’ve co-written a whole book about it. A book that went on to win Best Book of the Year at the British Book Awards.
