It will be closed. Nobody knows for how long. Could be six months, could be nine, could be a year. Who knows. We won’t see our friends and we won’t enjoy this incredibly uninhibited dry humour of the lads in the changing room on Tuesdays. Because they will build new changing rooms. And today was the last swim in this pool for a while.

Pádraig did great. He walked across the width of the pool a few times, with some, but not that much help. And – this was a first – he turned onto his chest, stretching out his legs, turning his head to the side, enjoying a whole new experience in the water.

We’ll just have to find a new pool. Somewhere.