We are absolutely fed up of this hot weather, and even more fed up of sweaty tits. We're calling it now: it should be illegal to wear a bra in anything over 28 degrees. And spare a thought for the poor G-cup ladies, they're basically running a personal sauna under without the need for coals.

This week's anagram is "Fungal Membrane." See what words you can make from the letters, we managed "Flambe Gunman Ere," so the bar is not high.

Apparently kids now think we're from the 1900s. Let us be clear, there are no bustles and petticoats going on here. No pop socks either, although Thom does have a story about how one of hers somehow ending up on another friend's leg, along with an eyelash and some road signs. It's a true story. Get stuck in.

We're both baffled by M&S and their new marketing campaign to capture the market, ours would fall straight through the gap! But good on you!

And speaking of M&S, Thom is not happy with them. If they don't bring back their Greek Yoghurt with Vanilla soon, she may go full Ann Robinson. Oh, wait, she's already done that. She can't help it, she's on keto and it's hot, it's a dangerous combination.

Dr Dunn has a fact for you, and she's still recovering from the shame of showing her pants to a 24-year-old on a job.

We get into some great telly, the people we're loving on Instagram, and the big questions: are we too old for - role play, and are we allowed to fancy Harry Styles?

Plus a little something on our wild swim. All four of us. watch out for the pics

Ears open, headphones on.

This week, Dunn is discovering the joys of dog ownership, and no, it's not all fetch and cuddles. It's flies. So many flies. There's even a dance involved.

Old Mrs Hackett does something absolutely diabolical in a supermarket car park. For the record, she is NOT a thief.

Then the big question: are we too old for this now and are we too old to pretend we like certain things? Take the tracksuit. There's no way on earth we're going back to a proper Scouse tracky, and forward rolls and cart wheels? Absolute agony. One word: carpal tunnel.

We're not here for tiny portions or cheap wine. Well, Dunn is. But that depends on the taste.

We're done with trending clothes and food fads, chicken anything that costs a wing and a leg, and deep-fried nonsense that costs a fortune. NO

We no longer run for a bus. And we absolutely refuse to be served food on a plank or a slate. It's a plate. It's always been a plate.

We get into the fine art of the full orgasm, it just needs a breather these days. We even share the trick. Here's a clue: give it five minutes in between.

We can't be friends with people who don't care about food. We've tried. We can't do it. We're both foodies, and that's a dealbreaker, sorry.

Sometimes you just want a dirty sausage sandwich. So we're asking, what's your perfect brekkie? Thom will tell you what she would do with a Richmond and a pigeon!

Dunn has found some magic pants that cool your foof down, the Clam Cooler 3000. pube snag! NO

Who else remembers Betterware magazines and all the useless tat your parents bought every single month?

And if you're older and you pull a Judgey McJudge Face, well, you have to expect a retort. It's not always the young ones lacking respect, funnily enough. It's really not.

Plus all the things we're currently watching, including a deep dive into Greek mythology - NO Ears at the ready

We're in, and so are you if you're reading this.

From squeezing your partner's butt to release stress, to bunions helpfully pointed out by your mother, to what women actually want over 50, quiet restaurants please, and no, don't expect us to do that, it's not happening.

Learn a few interesting facts from Dunn, including how carrying your bits in your bra like it's a trendy crossbody is somehow acceptable now. It isn't.

Dunn's son and his mates have coined a genuinely brilliant new phrase for a vagina, and, while we're asking questions, who exactly decided a glass dildo was a good idea?

Then there's holibobs, and all the other daft words for going away. Jollies we'll allow. Unless it's a cheeky weekend, which of course only ever means one thing.

And in this weather, a gentle plea, wash the bacteria out from under your arms before you spray, not instead of. On which note, how many days is acceptable for one pair of underpants? Rule of thumb, once you've gipped more than twice, it's gone too far.

Dive in, it's genuinely worth a listen. Dandelion and Burdock, anyone?

We recorded this one earlier in the week because the four of us are off to a spa on Friday. Yes, all four, us and the funny ones. Not funny in looks, you understand, purely in personality. So off we trot for a relaxing spa day, and we'll see how that goes, shall we.

This episode is full of the usual hilarity, a few words you'll actually learn, and topics far too relatable for comfort. Including how bloody happy we are to be Generation X. We don't stand for any nonsense these days, and we genuinely can't work out if that's the power of HRT, or just what happens when you reach a certain age as a Gen X woman and your powers finally get unleashed. Probably helped by being raised fiercely independent from about the age of six. Sent to the shop with a quid, a note for the man, and instructions to bring back twenty Benson and Hedges. Different times.

We also get into the sheer number of weird people out there making things out of stuff that was only ever meant for making babies. And we unpick the little lies we tell ourselves, and whether these so-called genius hacks are actually clever or just plain ridiculous.

So step in, ears at the ready, you're in for a ride. And if someone doesn't sort it out so that petite women get an option in all colours of trousers, well, there's going to be a campaign. Consider yourselves warned retailers! - signed the small people

It's a warm June morning here in Shag Manor, and we've got all the good topics lined up, including the burning new question of Fairy porn. Yes, you read that right. And no, that's not hot.

If you were single, would you?

Have you ever spotted someone in the supermarket you really don't want to talk to and committed to full evasive manoeuvres until the next aisle, gives you up ? Or deliberately not answered your own front door, because you simply do not have half an hour of small talk in you today? Just Thom then!

Dr Dunn is out in force with not one but three medical facts that'll hurt your brain. Don't tell your brain you've got eyes.

If you've been watching Clarkson's Farm, we get into snails. Who knew snails were a topic? SEEERUM

Then it's back into Break a Take, where Dunn treats us to her finest impressions of UK accents across a whole storyboard of helpful hints and tips. Are they helpful? Are they tips? Unclear. Thom likes at least one of them, so thanks for that, Mark.

And we dig out some glorious phrases from the 80s, the ones your parents trotted out to say one thing while very much meaning another. "How's your father?" Well, you've put me right off. Plug in and don't miss out

Thom's not happy, and this week the targets are letting agents and the gloriously pointless antics of her mother-in-law. If you've ever dealt with either, you'll relate.

We get into breastfeeding and how it somehow translates into yes, no, before taking a hard left into ageing lips, we know it’s partly collagen-related, but the sun plays a part, and as ever, the conversation finds its way to giving the neighbours a very good reason not to peer over the fence.

Dr Dunn is back with a fresh batch of medical facts and names for body parts you've never heard of in your life. Turns out we're like a flower, two names for everything.

Then there's the notification on your Ring doorbell, and the small matter of the person Dunn has discovered who collects pubes and turns them into rings. We're begging you, STOP FEEDING THE WEIRD.

We dust off some Victorian slang, get gifted a brand new phrase from the younger generation that's essentially an upgrade of small man syndrome, and ask the big question: when exactly did the phone call die?

Plus the item you cling onto that frankly needs to meet a bin, our TV highlights of the week, who to follow on Instagram, and be proud for Pride these next few months.

Same nonsense, same two of us. Have a listen.

This week on Rein It In...

Chin hair emergencies and Dunn's brilliant Hinge and Bracket fix.

Free bleeders. TikTok lies. The blue period advert era. Gush adverts. And Thom's ongoing campaign to wind up her mother-in-law.

Things we're glad are over: dating, periods being taboo, and pretending blue liquid was ever fooling anyone.

Things we apparently CAN'T escape: stirrup leggings, banana clips, and the return of every trend we hoped was dead.

Strictly chat (give the new hosts a chance, you're not too cool to enjoy it).

Our first ever troll story. Spoiler: he called us a name only Thom would repeat - but he can't spell, well

And Dunn getting compared to Morten Harket from A-Ha. Which we're still processing.

Plus the eternal truth: being a grown-up is sometimes just mince.

Have a listen. Bring snacks.

This week we’re chatting, laughing, story telling and discussing how going to the theatre can actually physically break a person.

From the forced Mexican irish wave (it's only your arms) of people getting to their seats, to cramped legs, numb arses and theatres that clearly haven’t adapted for the more generously upholstered among us… was the standing ovation actually appreciation, or simply everyone trying to get circulation back in their lower body?

We cover medical issues that suddenly make us feel older than we’d like, and question whether some alternatives to HRT should actually come with a health warning.

WIDL returns… what is it? Never heard of it before? Listen in and tell us what you think.

Carti the cat is horny, somebody’s dog apparently has needs, and if you can’t sleep, it may be better to sort yourself out (not with a pet) Standard podcast behaviour really.

Dunn has a serious dilemma question and Thom’s answer is an immediate and very aggressive “absolutely f’ing not.”

We’re also glad some things seem to be disappearing from society… high heels and swim pants. Who would wear them is the bigger question.

Mr P ICT asks what’s the funniest thing you’ve ever told a child off for, which naturally leads us into stories involving a coach and a moon.

As always, chaos, oversharing, questionable opinions and far too much honesty.

Come join us. Ears in, eyes down