Wednesday nights are ladies nights in the local swimming pool. What a relief it is to get back home into the safe little cubicles.
I could whip off my clothes and jump into my bathers without showing my naked body to everybody. Having said that I found it strangely liberating when I was in Stockholm butt naked in the changing room no safe changing rooms there. I could swear there was some sort of competition over in Sweden to see who could stay naked the longest!
I was agog to see women drying their hair in front of mirrors stark naked without a care in the world, how I wished I hadn't been brought up to be so shy of my body.
I had an unbelievable desire at one point to de-robe and give it a go imagine the re-action I would have received in Wales. "Have you seen that fat woman parading around like a prat in the changing room?" Whereas in Sweden it is second nature to them, they probably wonder what all the fuss is about....