Cold flushes on a summer’s day can perhaps be thought of as being a “good” symptom of the menopause, however once you have turned blue and you shiver uncontrollably for the hundredth time this year and reach for the hot water bottle for a temporary fix, it suddenly doesn’t seem that much of a boon. What with the hot flushes at night when you fling layers of duvet over your unsuspecting husband, and then just thirty minutes later complain that he is taking all the duvet, it can cause a few complications in life.
Yes, I do dress in layers now and through this winter I will have thin little summer tops under the multiple layers of wool and fleece. It can feel absolutely fantastic to be able to fling clothes off, much to the bemusement of the people in the shopping line with me at the supermarket. Last week I did seriously wonder about undressing down to an all-holding, all-concealing sports bra because I was suddenly piping hot. Not sure my lovely Pilates teacher would have me anymore in the lessons if I had! Lol.
My husband though just takes it all in his stride now and doesn’t even bat an eyelid. Cold outside? Hot outside? He just says he’s British and walks around in a short-sleeved t-shirt regardless.
MidLife Crisis In France
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