My wife says I’m suffering from Seasonal Affective Disorder, meaning that I get a bit down when I look out the window, and the only reason I can’t see the rain is that it’s already dark. She’s right, of course. Everybody in Brittany has Trouble Affectif Saisonnier, which is why they go to bed at eight o’clock, lulled to sleep by the sound of the rain on the roof.