Not long after the start of the first lockdown, I called Rod and our boys Alastair and Aiden down to the kitchen for dinner.
No one came, not even after the third call – and when they finally did arrive, they were arguing.
I lost it, throwing their dinner plates across the room and breaking down in floods of tears on the floor.
I remember Rod asking me what on earth was wrong, but the truth was that I really didn’t have a clue why I was experiencing such violent and upsetting mood swings, which meant some days I would feel completely devoid of feeling, while on other days I would be hyper.
I thought I was losing my mind and it was only months later, while appearing as a panellist on Loose Women, that my colleagues put me straight.
‘Penny, you’re perimenopausal,’ they told me. ‘It’s all…
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