Sat typing at the Mac, Bill in the front room watching the telly.
I look down at my left hand.
My ring is diamond-less. A gaping hole stares back at me.
Bill comes pacing in, I sit perfectly still and don’t breathe. Expect there was a somewhat distressed look on my face too.
Torch is produced and Bill goes down on his hands and knees scouring the floor for my rock.
Bill spots the run away diamond and I snatch it back from the drifts of dog hair beneath the desk.
Can breathe again.
Hug Bill lots.
Going to have to phone Klaus in the morning and tell him. We’ll have to post it back off for him to fix and I’ll have to return to England without my engagement ring, I feel naked. 🙁