Going out is fun and all, because going out brings ossobuco at Carluccio’s, followed by a white chocolate–rose tart and fresh mint tea; because going out involves a late-night bus ride home through fancy lit-up Knightsbridge streets; because going out is heading to teatime with Elaine at Maison Bertaux, where the white-haired storekeep shuffles about, bringing croissants and coffees and profiterole tarts. But coming in, oh we like coming in, because coming in means radiator-smell throughout the house, and pasta on the boil steaming up the kitchen windows.