Well, friends, now you know what I sound like when I’m put out and have lost all perspective and sense of humour. With more than a touch of my habitual melodrama in there too. In the heat of the moment – when the band was blasting and the floor was quivering beneath my feet – the words, “This too shall pass,” were far from my mind. But this too did pass, last night’s noise was tolerable with two earplugs in each ear, and here’s another stunningly glorious day in the south of France. The problem is what, exactly?