Fiona’s having a morning to top all mornings. We’ve all woken up on the wrong side of the bed, occasionally, but her rise is next level.
Surly, irritated, insecure, vulnerable, anxious.
And with a changing menopausal body that rudely refuses to fit in a pair of ridiculous pants.
The nerve.
Fiona wakes up with more questions than answers.
Dancing's always good for the soul, or is it?
Has Stu said the wrong thing again?
Those pesky party pants.
Maybe they weren't meant to fit after all.
Try though he might, Stu keeps stepping in it.