This pretty brooch was sent to me by a dear friend who lives in California.
As I only wear it at Christmas time I hadn't noticed that it had gone missing
from my jewellery box.
A few weeks ago, another friend saw me stopped at the side of the road. Not
realising that I was simply taking photographs (as usual), she pulled up to
check that my car hadn't broken down. As I chatted, I admired her brooch,
adding that I had one the same which had been sent from America. She then
unpinned it and handed it to me, saying it was mine. Her daughter had found it
outside their house two years ago and she had been unable to trace the owner.
She had been wearing it that day as she had been meeting up with a group of
mums from the school our sons used to attend in the hope that one of them
might recognise it. I was delighted to be re-united with my brooch with its
festive message.
And as an aside, three women appeared in the local court during the summer
after the police had raided a house which they suspected was being used as
a brothel. The women's names? Two were called Hope and the other Joy, which
I guess were the expectations of those visiting the house. Charges against them
were dismissed due to an error on the summons.