We have had our first spring-y weekend here in London Town. It included a trip to savour pasta, olives and chocolate at an all-things-italian-fair and since we were in the area, I also popped in to my favourite islington shop, which embraces the most wonderful mixture of past time curiosities and restored vintage furniture one could ever wish for.

https://i2.wp.com/img.amazon.ca/images/I/51TMAD2TZ8L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"Blithe Spirit"

On a different note, I saw another one of those pick-me-up-films the other day which I just have to share. If you are a regular reader you might remember the Genevieve post from some time back, well this one is called Blithe Spirit. It is from 1945 and it ticks quite a few feel good boxes: it features both live and dead people, the glorious Margaret Rutherford has the role of Madame Arcati, the medium and the characters don’t seem to care much if they are of the dead or the living kind, which seems to be a dreadfully healthy attitude + it lends the film a rather surrealist tone.

Now, I’m off to change my header into something a little more spring like, mes petits gourmands, I shall see you soon, o’hoy!



The above title is taken from the 1953 film “Genevieve“. Oh, Thank You for this charming loveable film! I sometimes wonder what I would do without silly flicks like this?


It’s one of those films that everytime I watch it I get reminded of why I got held up in England in the first place. The weather has turned to the rainier sorts here in London today, so it’s been just the perfect evening to stay in watching Genevieve with cups of tea and a large pile of Johan made red currant cupcakes.


of course with the usual contender and lover of anything bread(!) my little sooty.



After watching The Golden Compass (based on Northern Lights; the first part of Philip Pullman’s trilogy; His Dark Materials) yesterday and revelling a bit in the adorability of having your soul displayed at your side in the form of an animal I just had to take their Meet Your Dæmon test. And lo and behold! my dæmon is a tiger, who would have thought? Here he is, my own little dæmon, isn’t he sweet: