Six weeks after leaving the House With No Name in friends’ capable hands, I’m pining for my tumbledown farmhouse in the middle of rural France. I’m worried about the fate of the loir, the sweet-looking dormouse that kept us awake scratching in the attic all night. Will it have outwitted Monsieur Noel, the charming pest man, or will it have departed this world once and for all? I’m anxious that ...keep reading