I have officially become a hippy-dippy-eco-worrying-lentil-eating weirdo. I am braving a mooncup. I'm afraid I can't tell you much about it because I'm concentrating very hard on forgetting about it - I'm a little grossed out by the entire concept.
When I am less traumatised I will share more (try to contain your excitement). Although I will just pause to say, why the bloody hell did they have to call it a mooncup? Did they have a board meeting, sit down and say, "right, what's the least accessible, most hippy sounding name we can give this thing?"
I am off to concentrate very hard on packing the car now.
When I am less traumatised I will share more (try to contain your excitement). Although I will just pause to say, why the bloody hell did they have to call it a mooncup? Did they have a board meeting, sit down and say, "right, what's the least accessible, most hippy sounding name we can give this thing?"
I am off to concentrate very hard on packing the car now.
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