Two weeks ago I went to the funeral of someone I had known as a child in Peru. In honour of the Peruvian connection, I wore earrings that I bought in Lima in 2013. I was sorry to find when I got home that I had lost one earring. I was motivated enough to contact the administrator of the church the funeral had been held in and Lothian buses to ask if my earring had been found. No, came the prompt answer from both.
That was on the Friday. The following Tuesday I was talking to my mum on the phone and she said, "Oh, you wouldn't know anything about this earring, would you?" There it was in Glasgow (50 miles away). It seems that at some point, it had fallen out of my ear and my dad had stood on it. It turned up, stuck to the sole of his shoe on the Sunday.
It is ever so slightly battered by its journey but perfectly wearable and I am delighted to have it back.
Here's the traveller:
