So - miracles do happen. As I write this, sunlight glitters on the gold bangle my beloved Douglas gave me for a wedding present, 64 years ago, which, as I’ve mentioned before, I lost before Christmas.
It was restored to me nearly four months later, on the exact anniversary of the day that he put it on my wrist. A local dog-walker found it soon after I’d lost it, on the track above my house. Because it looked so warped and tarnished, he didn’t think it was of any value, so he took it home, put it on a shelf and
