At first, the children found the storms thrilling,chasing upstairs to get a clearer view of the lightening and to count the seconds until the thunder cracked, sometimes shaking the house and causing them to shriek with terrified delight. But they soon tired of it. They were trapped in the house for hours on end. The temperature never dropped. Milk curdled and chocolate melted. At night it was impossible to find a cool inch of sheet and the air seemed low on oxygen. The whole family became tetchy through shortage of sleep. The baby failed to settle, day or night, and he developed an angry-looking rash.
'D'you think it's got anything to do with ... you know?' Lewis whispered....