And so, as I was saying, a few weekends ago, Sarge and I took Frodo-Bob ring-shopping. Maybe it was the complimentary champagne they gave us in the first shop, but the third ring I tried on made me cry. It was as if it had always been there. I (grudgingly) left it to traipse around other shops. But every other ring looked like costume jewellery. Which has its place, but not on your wedding finger. And there was no more…
