I really hate the stereotype of women going all emotional and shouty when it's their time of the month. But last night, I was watching a crappy film in which a character dies who happened to have the same name as one of my pets. Suddenly, I found myself clutching said (bemused) pet to my bosom and sobbing all over him. And yes, shortly afterwards I realised that I was about to come on.
Please cheer me up (or not!) by sharing your tales of equally irrational premenstrual behaviour, so I know it's not just me...