Finn, our youngest son is sharing the house at Addison Avenue. Tory, his godmother, thinks him a delightful guest. I am not so sure as I search for vital papers, books, clothes. But it is a delight when he comes home from his first day on a commercials shoot. He is fizzing with energy and excitement. In 24 years I have only seen him like this when Arsenal scores a goal. He talks and talks – showing me the call sheets and budgets. I notice that they have spent over £300,000 in one day, more than I spent in a week on the feature films I produced. India is already becoming a dream.