Herself has lost the beautiful little fox's head with diamond eyes, on a brooch pin also made of gold so a bit too flexible for its own good, that I got her in the Beller years ago. I recently lost the three-strand plaited wedding ring she gave me some time after we were married.
We went to the music place in Haslemere where she thinks she lost it while fielding nippers and searched around, but no joy. Not there, not in the car, nowhere. Just like the ring.
There's a certain symmetry in it, I said. She laughed, but we're not best pleased. Perhaps they will both be found or turn up. Alas though... f*** f*** f***, I also said. She said Oh do stop saying that.
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Find one of those metal detectorist chaps. Theyr'e usually a bit nerdy but willing to help
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Just tell him, it's somewhere in Haslemere - probably. He should find it in a trice.
Last edited by: Cliff Pope on Thu 14 May 15 at 20:09
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>> Find one of those metal detectorist chaps. Theyr'e usually a bit nerdy but willing to help
Good suggestion CGN. I could try to find one. Nothing wrong with nerdy in my book!
The fox pin got lost once before in a shop at the end of the Grove. Ever since I have meant to use a safety pin under Herself's lapel to secure it, but never have (very lazily and moronically). The Indian shopkeepers gave it back very happily and were pleased. We know more or less where she must have dropped it. I have a horrid feeling though that someone may have found it and thought finders keepers.
I know the ring was dropped somewhere just near the house here too, so perhaps there's a better chance with that. But I'm not optimistic. There's a lot of scrap metal in the ground everywhere.
Last edited by: Armel Coussine on Thu 14 May 15 at 20:27
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I have never worn a ring or other jewellery, so nowt to lose.
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I bought SWMBO an expensive brooch for an anniversary. The jeweller happily fitted a security chain (an additional steel pin) for no extra.
SWMBO guards it with her life and removes the brooch before handing the garment into cloakrooms.
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There's a bloke with a metal detector in one of the two nearest towns. A cousin knows him and also needs his services. So fingers crossed eh.
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Yes good luck! Hope to hear some good news from you soon.
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Early in my marriage my wedding came off while I was gardening. After searching for some time I got my stud detector out. On its most sensitive setting it found my ring, nestled at the bottom of the bush I had been pruning.
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...my wedding [ ] came off...
...cake...?
...photos...?
...tackle...?
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I've had six things permanently missing during the last six years. They vary in value, and necessity, I ultimately find one of the six and then something else goes missing. I just accept it now.
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>> ...my wedding [ ] came off...
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>> ...cake...?
>> ...photos...?
>> ...tackle...?
dress?
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Ring. Wedding ring! Would have struggled to find the other items with a metal detector.
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>> Early in my marriage my wedding came off while I was gardening. After searching for
>> some time I got my stud detector out. On its most sensitive setting it found
>> my ring, nestled at the bottom of the bush I had been pruning.
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Wedding. Bush you had been pruning! Do tell a little more Sir.
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>>Wedding. Bush you had been pruning! Do tell a little more Sir.
He was probably told there was a clematis somewhere in the garden.
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A single word omitted has caused a bizzare diversion. Haven't got the foggiest where this is going.
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>> caused a bizzare diversion.
Our specialist subject.
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>> >>Wedding. Bush you had been pruning! Do tell a little more Sir.
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>> He was probably told there was a clematis somewhere in the garden.
Penicillin cures that now
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Thank you CGN.
No progress on the metal detector front. But when I go to Tesco I take a shopping bag in to avoid collecting plastic ones which Herself regards as unecological and wasteful. We have half a dozen of those rectangular hessian jobs cluttering up the heat pump cabinet along with the vacuum cleaner, and there was one in the car with a Sainsbury's logo on it, so I took it in with me and put my purchases in it.
When I took them out and put them on the belt I upended the bag to show the checkout woman that I wasn't stealing anything, and from under those bill stubs and old shopping lists that collect on the bottom of these bags there rolled the little gold fox's head with diamond eyes, grinning and showing his little teeth. The pin had broken off at the scroll; and it too was in the bag under the stiff liner at the bottom. Alhamdulillah! I thought. I was so chuffed I babbled the whole yarn to the checkout woman who said sagely: Don't lose it again. I didn't bother to tell her that I hadn't lost it in the first place, it was all Herself's doing.
Went to the posh wine merchant and got some poncy French pink wine in a curvaceous bottle and a bar of Irish Coffee chocolate to celebrate. Alhamdulillah!
Felt I should mention it here since I have been griping about losing all the bling.
Last edited by: Armel Coussine on Fri 15 May 15 at 18:04
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Excellent. We love a happy ending. Well, I do anyway.
Careful with the M-word, though. If a divinity caused you to find it, it was the same divinity that made you (plural) lose it in the first place.
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Hope you get your just reward.
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>> Hope you get your just reward.
Might there not be a slightly threatening Calvinist element there RP?
So far so good as I think more and more often.
:o}
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I didn't mean in heaven ;-)
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>> I didn't mean in heaven ;-)
I didn't think you did. I don't associate Calvinism with heaven.
You must be Welsh or something. Born disapproving and tiresome.
:o}
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>> >> Hope you get your just reward.
>> Might there not be a slightly threatening Calvinist element there RP?
I think I misunderstood you there RP, good-natured not Calvinist it seems on later reflection. Sorry!
Last edited by: Armel Coussine on Sun 17 May 15 at 17:49
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M-word? What's that?
Anyway, just a pious utterance with only the faintest echo of religious content. Evidently you haven't come across as many scapegrace immoral and sometimes atheist Muslims as I have, who drop the name of God more often than real believers. Good chaps, really wicked, a bit like ex-Catholics to tell the truth.
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M-word? What's that?
The one you put in the title.
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>>>> M-word? What's that?
>> The one you put in the title.
How silly of me... but surely miracle is just a word in the language? Anyway that's how I see it.
Wasn't there an old movie-buff's movie, 'Miracle on 397th Street' or something like that, with a lineup of old forties geezers and dollies strutting their stuff?
Look upthread. I'm not superstitious, just patchily and drunkenly cultured.
I seem to be losing it earlier than usual. Stand by for any old Scheiss after dinner.
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> I seem to be losing it earlier than usual. Stand by for any old Scheiss
>> after dinner.
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Vodka and orange or something a bit more exotic?
;)
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>> Vodka and orange or something a bit more exotic?
>> ;)
My lips are sealed. Or perhaps paralysed... but who can tell, with the birds howling in the gloaming?
Just off to watch some movie Herself has got from Amazon, while trying to light the fire.
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>> Just off to watch some movie Herself has got from Amazon
Can't remember the title, but it was an inordinately long, complex and I thought pretentious effort by the highly regarded German director Wim Wenders. Watchable however despite being annoyingly mainly monochrome with passages in colour, some featuring excerpts from the US TV series Columbo whose central actor in the eponymous role (can't remember his name either) sportingly appeared in the Wenders movie.
The French new wave has a lot to answer for, spawning a lot of movies of this general sort, mostly worse than this one.
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Sounds like Wings of Desire, AC. Features yer actual Peter Falk, as I remember, more or less playing himself playing Columbo. Haven't seen it since I was a student, surrounded by other students who thought it was the best thing ever; can't say I got it myself.
We have it on a freebie DVD that fell out of a newspaper. Mrs Beest is keen to watch it again, so maybe I should give it one more try.
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>> Sounds like Wings of Desire, AC. Features yer actual Peter Falk
Yes, and yes.
>> can't say I got it myself
Nothing much to get really. Overblown movie, full of itself.
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I love that film and watch it every year or two since discovering it about 20 years ago. I think the library scene is fantastic.
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>> I love that film and watch it every year or two since discovering it about 20 years ago. I think the library scene is fantastic.
Eminently watchable, even interesting, despite its flaws. As one would expect from WW.
My middle daughter is in Cannes for the festival. I wonder if she has seen the much-praised Amy Winehouse movie? There would have been a long queue I guess.
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>> So fingers crossed eh.
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Good way of preventing rings from falling off.
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On getting the fox pin repaired, I said to Herself that there's a jeweller in one of our two little towns.
She said they are useless: she once took a gold necklace there for repair and the dolts refused to touch it, telling her she should 'get a new necklace'. There was another story which I forget, which showed the place in a similarly moronic and unpleasant light.
Apparently though there's a 'nice jeweller' in Chichester. So we'll have to take it there.
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Why not wait until the next time you're in London, take it to Hatton Garden and get it done by a proper jeweller, not a shopkeeper.
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A curiously London centric view of the world. There are plenty of good jewellers outside of London as there are most other craftsmen.
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>> There was another story which I forget, which showed the place in a similarly moronic and unpleasant light.
I remember it now: someone sat on the ivory necklace I had made for her out of four bits of ivory, three crescents and a big pear-drop, that I bought from a hustler in Chad for about four quid and had mounted by a woman jeweller friend, breaking one of the crescents. The rubbish jeweller looked at it and said: That was an accident waiting to happen, nothing I can do.
Our woman jeweller friend superglued it invisibly back together and it's been perfectly OK ever since.
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Used to know a geezer called Goldsmith. He must have had an ancestor who was one, but he was an old professional agency hack I met in Algiers back in the day.
Being an ignorant little ideologue at the time, and envious of his unlimited expense account which enabled him to swan about in a hired Peugeot 504 instead of the belt-driven Honda scooter thing I had to use, I took against him more or less on sight. But on longer acquaintance he turned out to be quite a good and decent guy, not above paying the bill after tempting one into an eye-wateringly expensive fish restaurant. Damn good hack too.
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Chucking valuables away - CGNorwich
