I forgot to say earlier that P. started me thinking about a travelogue extolling the virtues of Indian tourism to the Indian masses.

S. & I had a late evening out at L. & M.’s.

L. is looking beautiful. She traded her personal stories with my second-hand ones on pregnancy. She said that she found a paucity of personal experiences about the pregnant months, while there are tons of anecdotes and horror-stories about the time when people are trying to get pregnant and on the labour itself.

Meanwhile in the living room, the gang was in high humour, being exceedingly well-fed and watered as is the norm with M. Teen pati, with a first-rate poker set and a £20 buy-in, set the scene for the laughter and jostling that petered down early, by usual standards.

A mini-cab ride home at 2.15 framed London’s wet streets slickly reflecting the street lights.

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