Mum has always had a complicated relationship with the weather. Every morning the first thing she does is to get the newspaper and look up the weather in every place she has ever been to—a bit like stalking an ex. So, often, when I came down to breakfast, I was greeted with a furious “You’ll never guess what it’s doing in Honfleur!” And whatever it was doing was seen as some kind of personal provocation or betrayal.
