High excitement in deepest France profonde. The weather forecast calls for 100 km/h + winds and heavy hail. Outside the air already echoing with the sound of the thunder, the standard roses swaying drunkenly. A sign has gone up on the town hall noticeboard advising everyone to stay in 'at risk of inundation ' between ten tonight and three in the morning. Theatricality is woven into French life.
The district nurse will drop off the key to the Very Old Farmers front door in our letter box after she visits him later tonight. We're to check on him after breakfast in case the roads are blocked. The local gendarme has been given our number. The red faced man with anger management problems has shooed the pre-teens off the village green with the words '' Don't you know there's a storm coming ? ". He waves his arms a lot. They sulk away.
The well rehearsed routines of country life.
The builders leave early. The garden an obstacle course of bins and buckets. The PONs think it's all wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.