This afternoon I went to the bathroom (great start for a post, isn’t it?) and after washing my hands was drying them with some paper towel.

I grabbed a second piece to finish the job that the first could not, and upon chucking it into the big heard a small “donk” type noise. Wondering what it was I turned away and quickly realised my wedding ring was not on my finger. Uh oh.

At least I knew where it was; after some grimacing and steeling myself, I dug into the used-paper-towel bin and quickly found my ring. Another couple of minutes of washing later and all was happy. No idea how it happened, but it could have been far, far worse.