Well, it starts well... Dr Dunn is in with the reduction of your hole. Sorry, the whole of your ladies’ bits. And Thom was right last episode to ask the question that’s now on everyone’s lips. (Pun very much intended.)

Then on to the big moral dilemmas of our time. Is it acceptable to eat last night’s curry for breakfast? Is it acceptable to have a favourite child, as long as you keep it firmly inside your own head? And Dunn has a few more where those came from.

Our Fact of the Week is a gloriously daft tradition that’s been going for 421 years, just in case Guy has a cousin.

Then there’s the great fridge mystery. We open the door and have no idea why we’re there, even though we decided what we wanted about 40 seconds ago. We take something out, put it back, then go looking for it again. Is it the hormones, or is it early-onset dementia? Every woman of a certain age has asked herself that at least once. Brain fog and farts. Truly the gifts that keep on giving.

And Boils My Piss is back after a little break! This week it’s self-service tills and their sensitive bloody bagging areas. Ask one too many questions and any perimenopausal woman will be tempted (wearing her crossbody bag ) to take a swing with her free hands at the screen

So much to cover, and uncover. Listen wherever you get your podcasts, and don’t forget to follow us on TikTok, Insta, and Ragebook if you really must. 🎙️

This week on the pod 🎙️ Slimy effluent

First things first, we’ve stuck some stickers up in Shag Manor so you lot stop thinking we record in a sauna.

We’re going brown and beige. Well, we’re not, but social media insists it’s the trend, so we’re talking about it anyway. Plus the great mystery of why every Gen X woman owns a crossbody bag. Spoiler: hands-free is a lifestyle choice, and there’s a really good reason - you’re welcome

Dunn shares a story she heard from Thom in a message, and she pushes it right to the max. If someone gipping makes you laugh, you’ll be in tears. If you’ve got a weak stomach, strap in.

A bald monk - we ask the question none of us dared put to our GP. Where have the orgasms gone? You know, the ones that used to reach places in your twenties. It’s a genuine medical query, and we want answers. Is it because things shrink as we get older – does it all shrink?

We also go there on blozzers and the achy face that follows. We couldn’t breathe. Neither will you.

Then something wafts up from the undercarriage and takes a U turn. Honestly, just listen to the chat that Dunn had with CHAT!

And Soo much more to listen to. To finish, what we’re watching on telly and whether it’s worth your evening.

This is the stuff you never talked about with your mum or your mates, said out loud by women who get it. Peri, post, or just plain curious, pull up a chair.

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This week's anagram: Floppy Shit Bag. Good luck with that.

This episode is a public service for anyone whose partner is slowly morphing into an unreasonable old person. We're gently coaxing ours back from the brink before they topple off the wall of panic over absolutely nothing and become fully fledged Blind Bellends.

Elsewhere, we discuss a waxing offer we're not convinced we want, and Dunn has a clear out down below and reports back on feeling considerably lighter for it. We also confirm that going white round the edges is perfectly normal, upstairs and downstairs.

We run through all the things we've never done or been part of (turns out we're quite square), and ask how your house knows you're desperate for the loo and makes the key take forever. You'll also get some new names for your bum hole (you're welcome) and the coded phrases people used to whisper when your petticoat was showing.

Then it's barrel pants, and why the people not wearing them have far more opinions than the people who are. Thom suggests we all go shopping together, which would be a disaster but excellent content. The GRWM videos, though, can stay in the bin. We don't care.

We also decode [Grear Widl], which turns out to be the same old thing with a shiny new name, and admit that a cock and balls graffitied on a wall is still funny in our 50s.

Strap in. It's like having your mates round for a glass of wine, only nobody has to hoover first.