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July 21, 2009

I drive 20km home from Janet and Sue's barbecue in darkness and driving rain. Forked and sheet lightening sends white flashes across the horizon, as if someone has flicked on a light in the dense black countryside. Meanwhile, white mist swirls up from the road like dry ice from a dance floor.

I pull up outside my house. Despite the damage - geraniums swept of the window ledge and a mound of smashed terracotta in the road - I find Biff stretched out in the window, as chilled as ever in the darkness and completely unbothered by the storm.

Water has come in through the kitchen and front doors and the hollyhocks are bent double in the courtyard, where most of the terracotta pots have been overturned. I go to bed with the thunder still rolling and the rain lashing down, thinking there is nothing like a good storm.

comments (2)

1. Posted by pierre l on July 22, 2009 7:02 PM

Sorry about the storm damage, but well done for the book sales. I am about half way through reading my copy (I only seem to have book-reading at the weekend) and I'm really loving it. I have just reached the bit where the women at the pharmacy look at your insect bites and say "oh la la" -- after 30 years away from France, I can still imagine the tone.

2. Posted by jentana on August 4, 2009 9:03 AM

I bought your book last week and I wanted to say how much I enjoyed it. I admire your sense of humour in the face of obstacles. I also admire you for moving to France "toute seule"; I have never had the courage to do it even though it is my dream. I also really enjoy your blog so keep it up !

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