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So I was in the office the other day and some doughnuts were brought in from Greggs one of which was a Jaffa cake style!

Not being too sure about it I cut one in half and shared one with my mate. As soon as I bit into it orange custard goo was all over my hands. Quickly wiping it off with a tissue before finishing it up and going to wash my hands.

Sometime later I noticed my wedding ring was not on my hand. Had a quick look around for it but to be honest I thought I must have taken it off at home and left it in the house.

Well after searching the house that night I realised that I had indeed lost it. And to be honest was a little gutted! Not only for the monetary value but obviously the sentimental value that cannot be replaced.

Worrying over it at night in bed had me retrace my steps in my head wondering when I had last seen it, and I convinced myself I definately had it in work that day and it was only after lunchtime and that doughnut I realised it was missing.  So I thought it must have come off when I wiped my hands in the tissue after the doughnut.

So I decided to head into work a little earlier the next day armed with my Garrett pro-pointer and check the bin before the cleaners changed it. Of course once I got there all the bins had been changed and speaking with the cleaner, she had emptied them all into the big outside bin outside. Not only that but she said the big bins had been collected that very morning.

Gutted I resigned myself to the fact that it was lost forever. 10 mins later however the cleaner come into my office and said she had the black bags outside that she thought were from all the offices and the one big bin the dustcart could not get too because it was being blocked by someone was left with our rubbish still in there.

So this lovely 70 old woman went into the big bins and dragged out all the black bags from the downstairs offices. So with the help of her old fella who had come to pick her up (her shift now finished) they tipped all the black bags onto the floor outside the front building, saying don't worry they would clean it all up!

Going through the rubbish I honed into the area of rubbish that looked like it come out of my office bin - Greggs cake boxes and other such evidence of naughty decadence when all of a suddenly my little pro-pointer starts beeping away over a scrunched up tissue and low and behold my wedding ring popped out!

Our 70 year old cleaner bless her was nearly in tears and of course I was over the moon. The next day that lovely women was presented with a big bunch of flowers and a box of chocolates and a load more thanks from me.

First bit of detecting I have managed for ages as well :)

great story and a very happy ending , now about them dougnuts , greggs you said  ;) ;) yum

Not often my Hubby makes a pun so I had to repeat it. ::)

He says you're a Jaffa Jammy Sod. :o ;D

Val

p.s. nice story, makes a change.

just goes to show cakes are bad for u ::)

Indeed they are!

And to be honest it was horrible Mike

But as Val said I do feel a bit Jaffa Jammy after getting it back  ;D

Great story, Jon.

Send it to Treasure Hunting mag.

Probably the first gold ring you've found!  ;D

Cheers Bob - 2nd gold ring I have found but this one far more precious  :)

Nice story Jon - like it mate. I agree with Bob that It needs a wider audience.

See you soon
Neil

Great story. Glad you found it

You were destined to find it.

Think about how the loss affected you and you'll understand why perhaps destiny does these things
to us now and again.

Cant beat a happy ending!!!

great story glad you got it back

The question is. When did you tell your wife you had lost it? Before, or after you had recovered it?

At least the ending was a happy one.

 :o  :o  :o   ;D

Cheers all   :D

Great read mate well done in finding it.

well done , good read