Anne and I have been married just over five months now. Not long is it? No.
And a fortnight ago I lost my wedding ring.
I'm miserable about this. Understandably. I think I may have lost it in the house, but can't be entirely sure. We've turned the house upside down looking for it but are beginning to accept it's gone. Poo! And bums.
Anne was very annoyed with me when I lost it. I tried to cheer her up by joking that as I'd lost my ring we were technically no longer married. I soon discovered it was Too Early To Joke About This. Oops.
How can I lose the ring in less than five months? I only ever took it off to go to bed or do the washing up.
I'd make a rubbish Frodo.
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