I sit upright in bed. The sky is dark and moody like a petulant Heathcliff and thunder rumbles ominously and loudly across the sky. Ollie wanders into the bedroom, his tiny frame caught in a Polaroid flash of lightning. He shivers in his pyjamas and climbs on to our bed. 'What's happening? It's pitch black,' he says endearingly, with a gulp. Alan blinks and turns on the light. 'What's up?' There's a thud as a tree tears away from the earth. 'JESUS!' The Scotsman is wide awake now and leaping out of bed. The lights flicker and then darkness. The electricity's gone. Alan curses and thrashes his way in the dark like a sightless Gloucester in King Lear. 'Let's batten down the hatches.' I follow his lumbering form out on to the landing and down the stairs, Ollie gripping my nightshirt from behind. It's suddenly icy cold and the wind wails outside, incandescent with rage that it can't penetrate the glass panes. We reach the entrada and head for the kitchen and candles.
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