I love my bezzy Claz’s taste. She does bling better than anyone I know. She must spend a lot of time looking at sparkly stuff in shops because at every turn, her house is brim full of little Clazzy details that makes me smile. She may not know this but I spend ages peering at her “stuff” to see if I can emulate what she’s done. Well, they do say that imitation is the best form of flattery.

This lovely green sparkly necklace wasn’t actually her choice though, despite the fact it’s her hand in which the magic lies. The necklace was a gift for her birthday off a good friend and was unwrapped while I was sitting on her sofa tonight.

I’m on my travels in my fabby car to go to a work event tomorrow and the 600 mile round trip, on top of a full day’s work tomorrow was too much to contemplate in a day. So I have travelled north today, stopping to have a coffee with my parents and then going on to Claz’s overnight. I’ve said before that our world is scarily small since we moved to Cornwall and this is the biggest journey I’ve undertaken alone in almost four years. It’s been something of a trial but it’s been good to get used to driving on proper roads again and coping with what most people think is normal traffic.

Anyway, back to Claz. Unlike our house, where some of the time, some bits of it are passably clean and occasionally tidy, hers is always immaculately dressed. I sat on the edge of the bed and admired the fact that even the spare bedroom (a complete dumping ground in our house) is finished off beautifully. Strangely she once said that she’d always liked my style – she must be barmy is all I can say. Maybe once, but certainly no longer. Maybe it’s time to increase my own bauble ratio.