A Good Omen

Some many months ago I was gardening. Came in and noticed that a precious brooch was missing. It had been pinned to my gilet, under my coat. I retraced my steps searching everywhere. I tipped out the contents of the big bin and went thru every inch, painstakingly. Mr PP even bought a cheap metal detector, but no joy! I looked online to see if I could replace it, but without luck. I was so sad.

Last night I finished a jigsaw. Amazingly, and without precedence, there were eight missing pieces. This morning, I set about looking for them. Eventually, I recovered six, some down the side of the sofa: some underneath. While my son held up the sofa, I managed to poke around and found ... my missing brooch!! 

OK. There are still two jigsaw pieces missing, BUT imagine my joy at being reunited with this brooch. Maybe I'm being silly, but I'm seeing it as a good omen. 

Thanks for all the lovely comments over the past few days. I do appreciate every visit. Son and family left early this afternoon before the fog could get any thicker. So quiet again...