Lost and Found

This was one of my father's rings, and one I've worn for many years since he died a decade ago. A couple of weeks ago I realized it had slipped off my finger, and after a search, sadly concluded it had most likely slipped off while I was shampooing the kids' hair in the bath, and gone down the plughole (which is large enough), as this was roughly the last time I remember adjusting it.
So I was overjoyed yesterday when Master R excitedly told me he'd found it down the side of his bed while he was digging out lego men. He then told me off for lying about losing it down the plughole.