Thursday, 20 November 2008


A follow up to this post.

After four months of going backwards and forwards with the insurance company; face to face interviews, phone interviews, more face to face interviews (it was obvious from the start that they didn't believe what had happened...), I was doing some oboe practice last night, for the first time in ages (blush); after doing my practice, I delved into my bag to get out my cork grease.

This is into a pocket that I very rarely use.

As I looked in it, what looked back up at me, but my rings and my watch!

I don't remember going anywhere near the bag on the morning that I lost my rings, but I have a black hole in my memory that covers most of what happened between picking them up and realising that I'd lost them.

So, I am still in shock, and having little wibbles every so often, but I've called up the insurance company and cancelled the claim. Now, of course, I've had a phone interview (and am expecting more) trying to explain *why* I didn't look in that pocket before, and why I've only just found them!

Very very happy.


Amanda said...

Yay. I am so glad you found them.

Wisewebwoman said...

Isn't it extraordinary how that happens. I remember when my dad died and I couldn't find my passport and I had to drive 500k to get an emergency one and then when I got back from Ireland, there was my old one, in the drawer of my desk where it is always kept. It is kind of creepy, isn't it? I blame the fairies.