I mean, what??
Greg lost his wedding ring on Monday. He looked everywhere, and then I searched all the same places properly. Twice. We got Dan and Caron to search their house in case he'd left it there at the weekend. We examined every inch of his work car park, both our cars, and the pavements and roads near our house. We searched every room of the house, including in and under all the furniture. I stripped the bed, emptied all his pockets and checked the washing machine drum.
He spent all week feeling embarrassed and sorry about it, probably not helped by me insisting that this meant he'd have to marry me again, only THIS time he'd have to dress as the Fat Controller and let Jane and Caron wear swords. We joked that as soon as we bought a new one, the old one would magically appear.
Yesterday we ordered a new ring. This morning his old one turned up.
In the bread bin.
He spent all week feeling embarrassed and sorry about it, probably not helped by me insisting that this meant he'd have to marry me again, only THIS time he'd have to dress as the Fat Controller and let Jane and Caron wear swords. We joked that as soon as we bought a new one, the old one would magically appear.
Yesterday we ordered a new ring. This morning his old one turned up.
In the bread bin.