Some months, for a day or two my body feels completely alien to me. Not just my body, but my thoughts, my emotions.
A word of advice to all young hopeful, well-meaning lads out there.
At your own careless risk, do you advise a woman about her body, and what she should/should not do with it, at a time when she scarcely recognises it herself. Such advice, no matter how heartfelt upon offer, is seldom received without ferocious repercussion.
Volcanoes explode before the ash settles and silences the landscape.