About a month ago I woke up one morning and realised that a diamond was missing from the setting of my favourite ring - it has four small diamonds set individually. I bought this "right hand" ring over 25 years ago (!) It was to mark a turning point in my life, and I've worn it almost every day since. I have a (weird!) habit of turning it towards the light to watch it flash, so I knew pretty much when the diamond had disappeared - between after school coffee and waking up the next morning. I searched the bed, the floor, the kitchen sink, didn't vacuum for a few days, then vacuumed and checked the dustbag, but NEVER gave up! That little rock had not de-materialised, so it had to be somewhere.......last night, after moving a sheepskin rug in my bedroom slightly, I noticed something shining on the floor - there it was, my little sparkly diamond. Some days really ARE diamonds - moral to the story - NEVER GIVE UP!