The first present the farmer ever bought me (long before we married) was a pretty bracelet. Not particularly valuable but I value it greatly now of course and wear it all the time.
Yesterday morning I went to Book Group and definitely noticed my bracelet during the morning.
At around six o'clock last evening I suddenly noticed that it had gone from my wrist. Horror - had I lost it?
This morning I retraced my steps, calling in to places I had been yesterday and asking if anyone had found it. At lunch time I typed a letter to drop in at the Police Station telling them to let me know if any kind and honest person handed it in there.
I was sad. I came home after lunch out with friends, came in and collected Tess to walk round the estate. As I locked my door I saw my bracelet. It was lying on my front drive. Luckily I had not driven over it. I had missed it when I went out this morning - it must have laid there since yesterday.