Meg, my mother, came home from work one evening panicking. She had just discovered that she had lost her ring. A 'keeper' ring that Scots women wear traditionally below the wedding ring. It had belonged to her great grandmother.
We retraced her steps, in the deep snow, all the way back to the centre of Bracknell, and all the way back home, searching the poorly lit path for the ring which never presented itself. My mother was very upset for days.
We retraced her steps, in the deep snow, all the way back to the centre of Bracknell, and all the way back home, searching the poorly lit path for the ring which never presented itself. My mother was very upset for days.
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