So we were having a lovely day at the beach near Watsons Bay.
It was great Isabella was being a little monkey as usual.
Then hours later when we got back home. I looked down, and what did I see? Nothing. Yep nothing. My wedding ring was gone.
I was not happy. It's not the expense (though that is bloody annoying) it was more the fact that I looked like I wasn't married.
Claire found a cool bloke who came down to the beach with his metal detector and spent a couple of hours looking for it. Without success. I'm glad we tried. I have a replacement now, made by the same jeweller who made the first one. I feel whole again.
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