and not a drop to drink

When we arrived in the Gers last week, it hadn’t rained for two months and a hosepipe ban was being considered. Within a day we’d had an overnight storm. Now we’re in the French alps, where it hadn’t rained for three months and the water is cut off for several hours a day. Last night, there was a storm and it’s been chucking it down for the last hour, too. Call me Rain Man. Only trouble is, the reservoir is so leaky that it’s completely out of water and the whole village’s water is now cut off all day. So we’re in the only village in the entire country with no showers or flushing loos. Just like Glastonbury then…