Lost and found

My gran's mum's sapphire ring, given to me by my gran on my 21st, became my engagement ring on 1 January. However, it's too big for my ring finger. After a lovely meal (I highly recommend warm roquefort cheesecake with pears in balsamic vinegrette), I discovered that my ring was missing. Tears and panic followed, along with a messy emptying of the bin, and while I was silently hoping I wasn't going to have to do the same to the compost heap, I saw the ring nestled inside a white plastic lid that was the perfect fit for it. Hooray! It's going to the jeweller tomorrow to be re-sized. In the meantime, it's back on the middle finger.