Poor Pat the Cook was accused of stealing my grandmother’s ring: a large rainbow opal with chips of refracted sunlight reined in with a tight gold band: an electric jelly.
Missing too was a charm bracelet which I had hoped to inherit. it had disks with all of the grandchildren on including the dead one and the one that changed it’s name. Mine was ornate and different from the others. I didn’t like it it was like my extra middle name and my Edwardian colouring-too Rococo and an indication I was a cuckoo.
