Mrs Woog and Mrs Berry are the multi non-award-winning, unsponsored duo making it OK to talk about being hot and cranky. Join them as they chant their life's creed: just keep plucking.
One week until Mrs Berry's nuptials. We find out Mrs Woog was fired by her wedding dressmaker and that she married in the magical fairyland of Windisor.
Boob squishes, hysto updates, weddning news, mindfulness vs HRT and so much more.
We're back with a definite kick in our step - let's revel in it while it lasts.
When you're tits get you down and eating gives you the shits. Perimenopause, the Ted talk.
We briefly break our hiatus to celebrate Mrs Woog's hysto and Mrs Berry's first period in 110 days. What a time to be alive.
Mrs Berry has come over all Protestant while Mrs Woog has been practising self love.
Well it's week two and Mrs Berry and Mrs Woog are already in foul moods. Is it the heat? Is it the continual global woes? Is it that we're actually not angry, just disappointed.
We're at the pointy end of the year, tempers are frayed, humidity is high, what better way to celebrate than compare the worst gift you ever received.
Mrs Woog has grown a little friend, Mrs Berry grows the number of cohorts of society she offends, and other stuff
Mrs Woog expresses her displeasure about entrepreneurs from Bondi, Mrs Berry goes to Canberra and likes it, more butt talk, and muff cam.
We all lose our shit, we talk about how to do it with style and less cortisol.
Mrs Woog is on the up, Mrs Berry not so much. Who's on the list this week, and how to silence the nasty inner voice.
We talk about depression, being depressed, what helps treat depression and how we want to kick depression in the dick. (If you are currently feeling depressed, please seek help through your GP or support services. You are not alone. It does get better.)
Mrs Woog has found her libido, Mrs Berry has a skin check and they both lose bladder control.
When you're feeling flat and stretched too thin you need to lie on your friend's bed and then laugh for an hour or two. Mrs Woog and Mrs Berry embody one of the best ways to improve your mood - laughter, a whinge and a good sandwich (two condiments).
Mrs Woog has gross friends, we still hate golf, mothers' blind pride also gets a spray and Kim marks six years since her family realignment.
Mrs Berry recounts the alley cat phase for new Hot Flushers, there's a weird bit where she rages about golf and Mrs Woog's impression of riding pillion on a motorbike has to be heard to be believed.
Mrs Woog and Mrs Berry reflex on the wondrous week that was, the good, the bad, the challenging and uplifting. We talk about mental health and suicide in this episode.
Mrs Woog and Mrs Berry's commitment to preparation and structure continues. Note it down, it won't last long. Also: HELLO EVERYONE WHO IS HERE BECAUSE OF SBS INSIGHT!
We get order and structure in preparation for our national television appearance.
Mrs Woog and Mrs Berry reflect on the week that was with dulcet tones like you've never heard before.
Mrs Woog explores career options, Mrs Berry is inexplicable chirpy, we talk porn and life choices with five teenage boys.
Mrs Woog and Mrs Berry bring back The List, Mrs Berry's medical degree comes in handy and we talk about good porn, libido and gender.
Mrs Woog is recovering from a groin strain and Mrs Berry comes over for dinner. And then cooks it too.
Mrs Woog and Mrs Berry catch up over a gin, cup of tea and a glass of white wine.
After Mrs Woog's house move, the women recline in her boudior and recount a very weird week.
Basically two episodes in a week. Who's loved? WHO?
The women couldn't get their shit together on the weekend so bring you a highly unusual Tuesday afternoon blitz. It's fast, it's furious, Mrs Berry tells a really boring story about sourdough.
Change is uncomfortable, prickly, scary and challenging. It's basically the menopause of society.
Parenting, teenagers, partners, moods, friendship, you know the drill.
There's a sneaky cheese, a bottle of bubbles, we TOUCH each other and laugh a lot. Sweet baby cheeses, breaking out never felt so good.
Still in iso, still emotionally erratic, still carb loading.
Mrs Woog is much more herself and Mrs Berry is in a mood.
Poor audio (it gets better. ish.), fast ageing, maddening parents, readers' questions
The talking is coming from inside the house. All the time. Life in iso continues.
Our first ever episode recorded while not sitting next to each other. These are the stragest of times.
According to an Instagram filter Mrs Berry looks 23. We don't even talk about that in the episode but it's worth mentioning in these dark times.
In what is clearly now bizarro world, Mrs Berry is the one that gags during the discussion on why are period poos so gross. She recounts her week of being so sick it was like a rebirthing to become a mormon AND she now feels the cold. Mrs Woog offers sage advice, comfort and no boredom whatsoever at Mrs Berry's retelling of abdominal hell. Giddyup.
... for about 10 uninspiring seconds and then resumes the lower, harder seat to Mrs Woog, mother of a life saver. Literally.
We reflect on an horrendous week then look forward, as only we can. Booze reviewz, usual hijinks, and your good news.
In welcoming an explosion of new flushers to our cranky band of moody sweaters, Mrs Woog and Mrs Berry deliver a fairly bog standard Hot Flush - whinging, laughing, booze reviewz, and answering listeners' questions
Mrs Woog gets worn out talking about Barnaby, Mrs Berry is still recovering from her hysterical humidity breakdown.
We recorded this on Saturday. It's now Tuesday night. I know it was punchy. There was a lot of CATH (complaining about the heat), booze reviewz, and again, trying to be professional while lolling around on Mrs Woog's bed.
After some interior design and relationship counselling, Mrs Woog and Berry retire to the bed to reflect on what is good in the world and what needs a good smack. There's a booze reviewz that may also be of interest.
In keeping with 2020 being a whirlwind of high drama and environmental catastrophe, we come to you from Mrs Berry's beach side abode (not as glamorous as it sounds) for the first time ever. What a plot twist.
Mrs Woog and Mrs Berry kick of The Hot Flush 2020 with sequins, prosecco and a call to form a movement for the return of the original Roses chocolate selection.