By tube to Jean's in West Harrow. Far more than our share of Bombay mix as we sip Merlot and talk in the sitting room. Jean warms herself by the radiator and I can see Siva there in a sarong, glass of wine in hand, watching his quiz parogram on television. It's different without him. Shanti and Antony are to join us for curry but that falls through unfortunately. They miss a great meal with fragrant seasoned rice, mutton cury, and all kinds of vegetable dishes. We've come early in order to leave early, but that's not what happens - 11:16 train home.
