The end of summer

Our town has an excellent swimming pool that's only open during the summer holidays. I haven't been swimming this year, my operation was before the the pool opened, and lack of bladder control meant I wouldn't have been welcome in the water.

The pool closed at lunchtime today, and I went down to pick Susan up. It was good to see the Maître Nageur, who is a thoroughly nice chap, and others I would normally have been swimming with, but it felt odd. 

I had a couple of hot flushes during the evening. Most unpleasant.