At 8 a.m. yesterday, I was spoilt. Sprawled in a large comfortable bed, leaning back on a pile of pillows, curtains on three sides of the room pulled back to let in views of the Kerala backwaters alternately gilded by cloud-broken sun and stippled by needles of rain. I pulled out my new X-Mini, plugged it into the laptop and let rip with Creedence Clearwater Revival. John Fogerty’s freight train rasp on “Have you ever seen the rain”. Freeze frame.