The tale of the disappearing engagement ring

You may have seen me posting on Twitter about the disappearance of my engagement ring recently. Sadly, it appears it’s gone down the toilet (literally).

Last week my hand swelled up so much it resembled the Michelin man and I frantically smeared rather expensive body oil all over my hand (and bathroom floor) to remove my engagement ring and wedding ring. Relieved they came off and didn’t have to be cut off,  I plonked them down on top of the ledge at the back of our toilet (first mistake). I then forgot they were there for about three days (second mistake). When I finally remembered and returned to find my rings, only a lost and lonely Wedding ring could be found.

Cue the panic and tears.

I searched high and low (our bathroom is about the size of a postage stamp) and the ring had completely vanished.

It seems the ring has made a bid for freedom down the loo, presumably caused by someones over zealous reach for the toilet roll.

I loved my engagement ring (I feel a bit like I’m mourning it at the moment), it was exactly what I’d have chosen myself. An 18k white gold number with a sparkly square cut diamond on the top and ten smaller channel cut diamonds on the shoulders. I chose a Wedding ring to match it and Hubby bought an Eternity ring from the same range after the little man was born. I loved my sparkly finger.

Hubby isn’t known for his amazing taste in gifts so I was very pleasantly surprised when he gave it to me. I wasn’t too pleased with his timing though, hows this for a memorable date – 10/11/11, silly man.

My pretty ring has gone. Forever. £2,000 of prettiness never to be seen again. It’s been a sad week. Thankfully the amazing house insurance people have agreed to pay out for my lost ring and I’ll be able to replace it with something else.  It won’t be my ring but on a positive note I will be able to go shopping for a replacement engagement ring.

Pending delivery of my new engagement ring gift card, I’ve spent hours scouring the internet for something equally as pretty as a substitute (how fun is ring shopping, I honestly don’t know how men can find it traumatic).

How would you feel if you lost your engagement ring?

*Collaborative post