So I come back from Greg’s work Christmas party…a little inebriated let’s just say. I sit around for 2 hours before I go to bed, make a nice plate of chips and beans, watch multiple Coronation Streets, take off my jewelry and make myself comfortable. Next morning, I can find all my jewelry except my good diamond earrings. All week I search the house for them, but to no avail. I’m afraid to hoover the house in case I accidentally hoover them up – after spring cleaning all drawers and their usual “homes”, I start to get worried. I’ve been telling my friend Prasadi about this and she’s suggesting places I could have left them (including the fridge??)
Fast forward a week or so and we have a small get-together with a few friends. I’m showing them the Christmas tree, and the cute nativity scene that Greg’s father built for us last Christmas. Prasadi (not really appreciating the serenity and beauty of the nativity scene) eyes something sparkly in the manager with baby Jesus. Low and behold – it’s my diamond earrings!!! After much joyful screaming and jumping, we’re trying to work out what my state of mind was on the night in question that I decided to offer my earrings as a gift to the baby Jesus! Gold, frankincense myrrh…. And diamonds!