We chose this ring for my birthday. Our local jeweller had made it because he loved the stone and its boot sole faceting. It's a big one - not as big as the one Kirsty Allsopp wears but quite a knuckle duster for me. Somehow it feels right at this age. Remember the fantastic ones Dame Edith Sitwell (who famously said 'Why not be oneself?')used to wear? Well some of you might.
I asked MTL to keep it - after the finger size had been made smaller- and after a day or so he asked if I had it or did he. I assured quite forcibly that he did and then, on the day at breakfast there was a jewel box with a pretty gold brooch with an ice blue stone.
'Where's my ring?'
'I seem to have misplaced it.'
My heart sank at the thought of searching through the piles of books, papers and cardboard boxes which inhabit his study.
The wretch waited till coffee time to say there were a few other little gifts and there it was - actually gift wraapped by himself
It was meant to be a quiet day but the phone never stopped nor the door bell with lucious presents being delivered and the house is awash with sweet smelling flowers, plants, champagne and chocolates.
When we arrived at our favourite Italian restaurant a new girl asked us where was the wheel chair. We usually ask for a large table and she had concluded one of us was wheel chair bound.
Yesterday we went to the flicks which one of us enjoyed immensely - more later. I am very touched by all the sweet messages and aplogise for not calling round but will get back to normal soon. Fingers crossed the computer will have a proper spring clean today - I've been losing power and goodness knows what lately. I'll ask Tim to put my latest completed version of the book on the 'Store'n Go' USB
There's still the boys and wives to look forward to on Sunday and Margaret is coming to Taunton on Monday for a girl's day out . Yippee!
