I’m not very well versed in marriage proposal tradition, but in 2016 I got down on one knee, presented Hollie with a ring and she agreed to marry me. I did it as a surprise during what a dubbed The Final Adventure Before the Baby in the Peak District, but Hollie had personally picked the ring many months prior.
So – that diamond ring. It’s definitely the most expensive £ per inch thing I’ve ever bought. I’m not going to say how much it was, but it was in the thousands – as it should. It’s a fair exchange to claim someone for the rest of your life.
Hollie loved the ring – as she should, considering she picked it – but she received it at a time when her body wasn’t its usual self. When she got her ring finger measured and when she received her ring, she was pregnant. All sorts
Hollie has mentioned in the past that her fingers swell a bit when it’s warm and shrink when it’s cold, but it was a different story when she was expecting. It happened to her ankles too, but we’re not talking about that right now.
The ring went on without an issue, so that’s all that really mattered.
Fast-forward to February 2018 and Hollie’s already done a full year with her ring (finger swelling, contracting a couple of times over) and is now pregnant again. Hollie had made a routine trip to her parents’ home in Peckham that
She’s lost the ring.
Hollie says she had spent the last hour looking for it and that she definitely had it when she got into the car. Between there, her parents’ house and the short walk between, that ring had done a runner.
Hollie was phoning asking for advice. She felt guilty, distraught and defeated. I was at the work at the time, so I gave her the most helpful suggestion I could: “Go and find it, then.”
It wasn’t in the car. It wasn’t in the house. It had to be in the street. With Hollie’s mum looking after Cameo, Hollie and her dad took to the street to sweep through leaves to try and track down this tiny diamond ring.
It was an objectively cold February morning. This short walk was in a residential area. There were lots of cars parked along the road. There was a busy bus stop. And there was the ring!
Hollie found her diamond engagement ring lay on the pavement of a Peckham street after being missing for about four hours.
More tears over the phone followed.
The story continues, but we’ll cover the rest later.