Any book by Carol Wyer comes with an unwritten
guarantee: it will be exceptionally good, it will be
funny, it will be witty, it will be entertaining, and will always leave you
wanting more. Grumpy Old Menopause
delivers on all counts, naturally.
Carol lays out, in her customary methodical manner, an
alphabetical list of symptoms, chapter by chapter, some of which she herself has experienced (hilariously described). She
explains clearly what to expect, provides remedies, most of them utterly
sensible, some of them homeopathic/alternative.
Best of all she suggests a whole boatload of activities to divert the
mind and body from the alien that is menopause which invades the female of the
species at a certain age. So if you’re suffering from brittle bones, bloating,
or body odour, then beer, belly dancing, bungee jumping or bare back-riding
might just be your succour.
But more importantly, throughout, she stresses the importance
of laughter. He who laughs...lasts, she
says. And she is the mistress of providing merriment: her advice and anecdotes are
peppered with jokes. Some of them Christmas-cracker-type
jokes (but funny), some of them corny (even funnier) and some of them really
clever (very, very funny).
Carol entertains and
brightens up your day. She’s a tonic
that should be bottled.
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