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the scene: winds bellowing, shaking the house, lashing the windows with hail. pelting the house in some kind of fury. john coltrane "crescent" playing in the attic BR, me at my desk staring into laptop. i am stoned. downstairs, hubby watches his favorite Dutch television programmes. he is sick. further downstairs, on the ground floor, ingredients patiently wait to be transformed into a dinner of Curry Lentil and Vegetables served with garlic Naan bread.