Did I mention that my bracelet turned up yesterday? I don't think I did!

A few days ago the custom bracelet I'd had made - one of a pair, of which Jason has the other half - went missing. I was understandably gutted; as I believe I wrote in an earlier entry the bracelet was something to remind me of him while I was away. It was something important to me.

Well, as I was walking home yesterday you won't believe what I saw lying there on the pavement, not twenty feet down the road from the bus stop I usually get off at. Toggle clasp (which I believe is the reason it went missing - it has a habit of coming undone), chain, little teapot charm turned copper-orange after a thousand hand-washes and exposure to the elements...

I can't believe it stayed there all night! I can't believe nobody noticed it! I'm glad for it as well, because if someone had turned it in - well, they could have done so anywhere, and the people who associate me with that bracelet are a select few. Jason, Sian and my immediate family - so just about five people.

So I have my bracelet back now, and I'm happily wearing it on my wrist. What luck, though! I think the dream I had the night I'd lost it, where I woke up to find it lying on my desk half-hidden under a notebook, could have been telling me it was nearby.