If you are wondering, then yes, Danielle did appear to have a monthly change of personality, but would I dare to diagnose it? No.

The change in mood would be announced by mugs being thumped-down in the kitchen, and her anger targeted towards inanimate objects. Then, at some time during the morning, we would catch each other’s eye (not intentional on my part), and she would let slip the dogs of war.

“I know what you are thinking, but you are wrong. It’s you that makes me like this. All week you’ve been......”

I won’t go on. If you wish to complete the sentence, just choose anything. Once, it was,  “you’ve been off enjoying yourself all week, and now you’re back as if nothing’s happened and you think we should see a film tonight.”

I’d been at a conference (for three days rather than a “week”). I’d returned home on Friday and was rather keen to do something nice with Danielle on the Saturday.

No wonder she was so cross.

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