(It isn't actually the one shown but it IS a R*E*G*A*R*D ring)
It wasn't really lost but has spent the last six or seven years sitting on the banana hook on the side of the cupboard. Every six months or so I put it on again but within a few days the dermatitis flares again and so back it goes.
CK handed it to me with a look of mild disdain (He is one who apologises if he ever has to remove his ring. Creep.) and so I slid it onto my third finger.
That was two weeks ago. It was only yesterday morning as I chatted to Baby Will's mother that I noticed how she was wearing her rings.
On her left hand.
I silently swapped mine across.