......there was a moment that week when I thought that an oeuf is enough! I’d lost a lot of weight in the preceding year and none of my rings fitted me. I hadn’t worn my wedding ring for nine months. Huw was none too happy about this and wanted to buy me a new ring; not to replace the old one, but simply as a gesture or symbol that we are actually married (Ref 1st Chapter about the Marriage Certificate)
I saw one I liked immediately, but the assistant had to try to find someone with enough command of the English language to serve us. I was wearing trainers on my feet because I’d been exercising my legs a bit too much for my liking earlier in the day so due to the heat in the store my ankles had swollen up quite spectacularly and looked like two small cauliflowers. I had no intention in being there a long time.