Crisis in the supermarket this morning. The Mother had done her shopping, I had done mine. Most of it was on the conveyor belt.
"Did you bring your own bags?"
I leant forward to get the bags from the hold-all on the back of The Mother's wheelchair - "PING". My long necklace caught on the handle of the wheelchair and the beads bounced over the hard floor.
Typically there was only one till open and we were holding folk up. I could have left the beads but it was an assortment of pearls, mother of pearl and crystal that I made for a special occasion: the eve of #1 Daughter's wedding, they go with a purple dress.
I wanted to find them, however inexpensive!