My wedding ring with the reflection of the camera as I took the photo and it was my second wedding ring. Although I have been married for 52 years, for ten years approsimately I did not have a wedding ring. I remember buying the original ring with Mr. Swiss. It was a plain gold band. We did not have a lot of money, but it very much resembled my mother’s wedding ring so I decided this was the one.
Forward to many years later when I was on holiday in London visiting my dad, I had an accident whilst crossing Tower Bridge with my friend in the evening. I broke my arm. If you are going to fall and break anything, then make sure you do it in a place to be remembered. My friend took me to the hospital and they kept me as I had broken the arm. I was operated the next day and a day later was back at my dad’s house, but without wearing my wedding ring. Before the operation they said I should remove it and I told them it was not possible. The English nurse tried but confirmed it was not possible. After the operation I awoke to find some strange blue marks on the finger and the wedding ring on a band hanging around my neck. I do not know how they removed it and I did not ask, but the finger was still in one piece and so was my arm. They had fixed it with a pin.
And now forward another few years. Mr. Swiss found having a wife without a wedding ring was not so good and decided it was the time for me to have a new ring. He tried to get it as a surprise, but had to take measurements so I realised that something was afoot (or afinger). And now I have my wedding ring again, this time in white gold. In the meanwhile the pin has been removed from my arm as the bones mended, but this time the ring remained.FOWC with Fandango: Fidelity