The end of Summer

Feeling distinctly nippy today. I went for a swim and there was a refusal! Mind you, I reckon it was colder outside the water than in, though the water also felt perishing (. I reasoned it would be foolish, especially as I think I now have a cold - I blame flying to Manchester, the girl next to me was sniffing).

Book club tonight chez moi - Last Stories by William Trevor. I read it about three months ago and realized with horror I could remember nothing, and I am meant to be asking the intelligent questions. Hmm. There's plenty of wine so hopefully no one will notice. 

I'm off piste for a couple of days (again) heading off to darkest Fermoy on what may be the final serious well hunt!  The end is nigh! Catch up later.