Precious

Paul was separated from his wedding ring for a while today whilst it went on it’s own pilgrimage down the drains of a public toilet in Lisbon. We spent some time lifting inspection covers and flushing tissue paper down (with the help and support of the lady toilet cleaner and a fellow user of the gents). The moment of joy came when the lady poured a bucket of water down the sink where the ring had disappeared and a cover (which appeared to be screwed down) blew up a bit and Paul removed it and found his ring in the silt trap. I had my arm down another manhole at the time and looked up to see Paul giving a hug (there in the gents loo) to the cleaning lady and the gentleman user of the facility!