......a dusty wooden box.....

Over at Dad's....took him out to by some new clothes...particularly a new coat.
Managed to get underwear and two shirts....but a coat?....no chance!

Must have looked at 30 or more....either dad didn't like them.....or he wasn't "paying that for a coat!"

He's getting a little more frail every time I visit.....and he always has some little job that needs doing....something with the computer...or the garden....or the garage....but he's still pretty much independent....and still in his own house....so that's a plus.

Will see him again fairly soon....might even take Charlotte with me....and the S & H and YH.

The wooden box is one of the trinkets in Dad's house...from a holiday long ago...but inside it is something special for me......Dad's wedding ring.
Well actually one of Dad's wedding rings....he lost the first one....we think it came off his finger years ago when he was cleaning out the ashes from the coal fire...and got slung on the dust cart (younger readers will have no idea about dust carts....or metal dust bins......or even coal fires). He lost the second one somewhere as well.....but know one knows when, where or how. The third one is in his bedroom and in this box is the fourth one that he and Mum bought as a matching pair when they celebrated their Golden Anniversary...its rose gold and engraved with star shapes. Mum left her original ring to my sis and the rose one to the Boss....Dad is leaving both of his surviving rings plus a signet ring to me.....what am I going to do with two of Dad's wedding rings...especially as I've got two of my own!

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