This is one of the more bizarre things we've had happen recently here at Struan Farm.
A few weeks ago one of my earrings went missing from the bathroom bench. I don't wear that much jewelry (or jewelry much) given the amount of outside work I do. Three rings, a cheap Timex watch and simple but nice earrings. I've taken to removing everything when I garden after developing a big bubble of a cyst on the ring finger of my left hand from clutching gardening tools too enthusiastically.
I searched everywhere. After doing a complete clean of the bathroom on my hands and knees I even had John remove the trap from the sink to see if it had fallen down the drain (ick). It hadn't. I was pretty sad, these were my one remaining pair of "everyday" earrings. I'd lost the others in New Plymouth at the hairdresser, think they dropped out of my wallet onto the street.
I look after things and rarely lose anything. And at a certain age you stop buying things like earrings, you're content with what you've got. That would be me. In this instance I said a wee prayer to St. Anthony, the patron saint of lost causes. I learned it as a child: "Dear St. Anthony come around, something's lost and can't be found." He usually does come around when I ask, but hadn't answered the call on this one.
Guess what?
St. Anthony came through after all! He must have been busy elsewhere on more urgent jobs. John found my earring stuck in a new tube of toothpaste in his medicine cabinet. Neither one of us has any idea how this could have happened. I guess we'll just have to be happy the earring has been found and leave it at that.
I am wondering a wee bit if this might be John's idea of a practical joke. But don't think he would have cleaned out the drain if it had been, that was a messy job.
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