Nell: Would you stop posting photos of your ring?
Me: We found it!
Nell: I know. I was there.
Me: I can’t believe we found it. I thought it was gone for ever.
Nell: You’d better tell everyone what happened. They’ll want to know.
Me: We spent half of Sunday, the whole of Monday and most of Tuesday looking for the ring my late mother gave me.
Nell: Don’t turn this into a three act play.
Me: I’m setting the scene.
Nell: Just tell them.
Me: I was terribly distressed and had almost given up.
Nell: I knew we’d find it.
Me: Everyone was involved in the search.
Nell: Skip to the garden, please.
Me: Henry and Horst had organised an insect team to check the grass so Dave shook the raked grass out of the bag onto the ground for inspection.
Nell: It was an awful mess.
Me: It really was. The search began and Kev arrived with a metal detector.
Nell: A horribly ungainly and extremely noisy apparatus.
Me: We had it turned up too high at first and it kept beeping at the washing line.
Nell: Anyway, continue.
Me: Kev swept it to and fro over the grass and it suddenly started beeping.
Nell: It was very insistent.
Me: And the strange thing was, it wasn’t beeping at the raked grass.
Nell: That’s not strange at all. You picked up the raked grass to put in the bag and your ring fell onto the fresh grass below.
Me: That’s exactly what happened. I couldn’t see anything so I scrabbled around in the grass and there it was. My ring. Safe and sound.
Nell: You burst into tears.
Me: I did.
Nell: And hugged everyone. Too many times, by the way, and without warning.
Me: I know. Sorry.
