My friend at work whose wife had gone through an early menopause introduced her to me one day when she came to meet him after work, and I just happened to be walking through Reception to go home. We met again fairly soon afterwards at somebody’s leaving do, and got to know each other better. It was the first time that I’d ever spoken to another couple who had also wanted to have children but had been unsuccessful.
It was strange to talk about this with somebody who understood how we felt, and after that we seemed to meet each other fairly frequently at the end of our working days as we were going home, and always asked how we were doing and wished each other luck after each successive disappointment.
And then there was The Course. For one day a week, for a few weeks at work during the lunch hour, someone came to give us courses in self defence. Not martial arts, really, but just things that might help if we were ever attacked in the street or had our bag stolen, and awareness of our surroundings and how not to look like a victim when walking anywhere after dark.
Then another year had practically gone, and it was nearly Christmas.