Power Cuts, Floods and Despair... I Think I'll Get My Hair Done ; a River Streams Through the Barn and Drink Flows Freely Next Door, but the Laughter has All but Dried Up in Our Stormy House in Rural France

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Listening to the brutal wind, I lie awake as it seeks a way in, a pane to rattle, a tile to loosen. This seemingly endless storm wreaks its havoc on trees and shrubs. Driving into town is hazardous - the road is a branch graveyard.

While writing this the electricity has failed, temporarily, three times.

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Power Cuts, Floods and Despair... I Think I'll Get My Hair Done ; a River Streams Through the Barn and Drink Flows Freely Next Door, but the Laughter has All but Dried Up in Our Stormy House in Rural France

Worst of all is the cabin fever. A mix of boredom and claustrophobia has us at each other's throats.

Grandad has decided to go home. 'I'll come back for a summer holiday,' he says after another silent evening spent watching a DVD, 'when it's warm.'

Craig a...

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