I share a love of sparkly things with Claz – I have probably mentioned this before.

I’m with her tonight, having travelled 400 miles to spend a bit of time with my friend.

We’ve done all sorts of exciting stuff. We’ve done a mercy dash on the M1 (Britain’s first motorway), to Leicester Forest East (a service station on said motorway) to pick up a ‘death row’ doggy. A dog who would have been put down tomorrow if Claz hadn’t agreed to take him on for a bit until he could be found a rescue centre that could take him. His name is Sol (boo, ssssss as any of my Spurs mates would agree).

We’ve dashed him to a vet to look at a lump on his leg that’s obviously giving him pain. I lay on the grass outside in the sunshine with Mackenzie (one of Claz’s own babies) while Sol (boo, sssss) got seen to and was sent ‘home’ to their kennels for the night.

Then we went for a really good meal in a restaurant nearby. Thanks Claz!

On the way home, we got a puncture on a dangerous, bendy, narrow road and couldn’t, under our own steam, get the wheel off – girlies that we are, so the cavalry was enlisted in the form of Gary, who came out and ‘rescued’ us with sheer brute force and got us on our way home again.

So, far from a nice, gossipy, girlie time, we’ve had a few ‘adventures’.

These stars are lights hanging in their hall. I loved them and photographed them earlier in the evening in the half-light but I like this shot in the dark best.

Tomorrow is another day as they say – and it’s probably just as well, given the trials and tribulations of today!

A good outcome on this day last year would have been being swallowed by a fish!