Every week we get together for an hour. We start with a check-in: how everyone actually is, and what you’re dealing with right now. Then what we’re angry about this week, usually something in the news that deserves picking apart.

After that it depends on the room. I always have a few topics up my sleeve and pick whichever fits how everyone’s feeling that night. How to get a doctor to listen to you. Work, from adjustments and sick leave to what your employer actually has to do. Chasing a referral that’s gone quiet. What medication is working for people and what isn’t. What’s helping outside of medicine. The symptoms nobody warned you about. And poo chats, obviously.

There’s usually a quiz every week, because we’re not spending a full hour on the NHS and the dire straits of women's health. We finish with what we’re each doing for ourselves before the next session.

And plenty of it has nothing to do with any of this, because gigs and cross-stitch and dog walks exist too.

You can talk, or you can turn up and just listen. Nobody minds either way.