Red liquorice in fact – the cure to all ills……well, as far as Claz and I are concerned.

When we first met, we had a relationship of an intensity that I’ve never experienced either before or since. W used to speak for hours on the phone each day (and this was WAY before cheap calls and mobiles), often arguing as intensely as we on other occasions giggled.

Our antics included things such as ironing our money and polishing our coins before going out so that when we opened our purses, everything inside was sparkling and pristine. It was not uncommon for us to carry in our handbags a can of super-hold hairspray (for the gothy hairdos) and a can of Pledge to get fingerprints off our plastic/leather/rubber outfits.

We also used to correspond with one another by letter – and I still have pages and pages of letters from Claz which would be considered by some to be worthy of blackmail although to be honest, she has similar ones from me so that would be an incredibly stooooopid thing to do.

One of the things that would regularly pop through my door would be a padded envelope with “URGENT MEDICAL SUPPLIES” emblazoned across the front and it’d contain this stuff – red liquorice.

Today, I opened the front door to find a padded envelope written by Claz, stuffed full of urgent medical supplies and I smiled……..thanks friend.

Last year - mmmmmm - I liked that one.