mrs miniver's daughter

Julie de Thellusson-Ployard, 1760 After the film yesterday, I walked through Soho to the Royal Academy (passing Foyle's, where I...

Bliss ... a morning in the cinema watching Brief Encounter. It gets better every time you see it - for the umpteenth time, as it's m...

 Discovered in cupboard. Months past its sell-by date. + One bag of jelly spooks, pumpkins and skulls. + Icing sugar ALL over the k...

So not worth the queue (although to be fair it moves quickly and by the time I emerged at 5pm, there wasn't a queue at all). But the ...

I was dithering over whether to see Suffragette; it sounded a bit predictable. But then my neighbours' builders struck up this mornin...

I don't know how this book has escaped the perpetual culling of interesting fiction in the library to make room for computers/coffee ...

The theatre looked - and smelled - fabulous, lit by dozens of real wax candles. I envied the people in the stage boxes for whom it m...