It’s a mid-week evening in the depths of the third lockdown in March and I’m standing at my kitchen sink doing the washing up, which I’ve let pile up over the course of the day. Suddenly a sob rises in my chest and I’m crying my eyes out while clutching my tea towel. The reason? I’m listening to two women discussing how the topic of babies and fertility can fundamentally affect female friendships on a podcast playing from my phone, which is leaning against the window sill.
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