Gutted

I wore my Dad’s wedding ring on my thumb.  My Mother took it off his finger almost immediately after he died.  I glanced down at my thumb this morning & realised it had gone.  It must have fallen off into a carrier bag when I was serving customers.  I’m in a bad mood & I don’t see that changing anytime soon.

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