OK. What would you do? I‘ll go back to when I first saw the necklace glinting and twinkling, half hanging off the pavement like a bedewed snake about to slither down the road. There was a ring next to it. First I thought they were children’s toys, which could join the other treasures in the dressing up basket for my grandchildren. Anyhow, I bent down to pick them up, oh and a bracelet half hidden by a fallen leaf. The jewellery was heavy and I knew what I had was not toy stuff. I didn’t know the exact quality, but my chest started to tingle and thump. I felt a thrill – mixed with guilty excitement. Oh boy, what if I really had something. The autumn drizzle got harder and began to drench my hair and go into my eyes making me hurry home. Should I take it to the police? Not tonight, the weather was filthy, the rain now beating down in a maniac fashion. Fumbling through the contents of my handbag I finally got my key, and dripped my way down the hall, discarding my wet-through coat as I went along, and glancing in the mirror I saw I looked like I‘d just stepped out of the shower, an aged Eve long banished from the Garden of Eden.

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            “Darling?” called out John “Is that you?”

I heard a glass clinking with ice, “yes, and I’ll have one of those please, a strong one, no ice, take a look at this lot” I handed over my booty as I walked into the sitting room and moved  over to the welcoming hot crackling fire John had lit.

            “My godfathers . . . Your choir decided to do a jewellery swap instead of sing tonight did they? I fancy you got off rather better” John giggled into his chest and put his book down. “These are quite something”.