In 1975 when I attained the ripe old age of 21, my then girlfriend presented me with a signet ring. It had my initials engraved on it and everything. Pauline Wade was her name and a lovely woman she was, but, me being me, the relationship fizzled out. Anyway I wore that ring for years, but for one reason or another I stopped. I found this ring a couple of weeks ago as I was stripping my bedroom. Of course, my hands (along with the rest of me) have gained a bit of plumpness since I had last worn it. So it would not fit.
Well today I took it down to the jewellers and enquired about enlarging it. No problem they said at a cost of £22. No brainer I said go ahead. Well after measuring the nice lady looked at the hallmarks inside the ring and weighed the item. We were chatting at this stage and I was relating the story of its origin.
She then said that my former girlfriend must have been very fond of me, I inquired as to why and she said that for insurance purposes the ring is worth in excess of £500. I knew I should have worked harder at that relationship...
