With the help of a friend, I seem to have re-emerged on FB, so I can see what the French female fans have been saying while I've been away (for over three months).
No idea quite what buttons the friend ended up pressing (maybe reporting my account had been hacked, but we tried a few different combinations before the bingo moment), but all of a sudden, I got notifications on the FB app that I needed to verify my identity, and as I'd taken the precaution of taking my passport to dinner, along with the Crozes Hermitage (2018) that had been lurking in the cupboard, my account was unlocked in a few minutes.
Still no idea what it was all about, but glad I didn't give up. OTOH, I didn't particularly miss all the crap on FB. OTOOH, FB crap is but a fraction of Instagram crap, so I'll be glad to leave that behind (mostly). That said, it did allow me to keep my French FB Page going, even if I had no idea what anyone there was saying, other than «
Sacré bleu, monsieur !! » I assume.
Anyway, guess I owe him another of these bottles from my secret cupboard now.