In France a méchoui is a whole lamb spit-roasted above an open fire. Ten years ago we all trooped (my daughters were here with their partners) next door to have pre-lunch drinks and admire the lamb being turned on some mechanical Heath Robinson spit contraption. At midday we sat down at a long table with about fifty other guests and enjoyed a magnificent meal accompanied by copious amounts of wine and pastis. This was then followed by a game of boules. Early evening the table was re-set for supper. By 11.00 p.m. my eyes were glazed and I had completely given up trying to follow any conversation. There was still no sign of the party coming to an end. We made our apologies and staggered back home. I just don’t think I’ve got the stamina to survive another party like that.