I know this is over-the-top. And I know that a piece of something which looks like glass (but which is actually a pink sapphire, crafted into a corny shape) - would cost a King's ransom to buy.
But it's pretty.
And I'm feeling positively high because the blocky bit I'd reached in my book has now been passed.
Which, as well as being a rousing call to celebration - also happens to be a book by Evelyn Waugh, one of my all-time favourite authors.
His Handful Of Dust is perfect.
Anyone else like him?