I spent today weeding a Rockery in our back garden. The sun spared me no furious ray of sunshine to burden upon my already aching back when i happened upon a glimmering rock in the soil!
BUT IT WASN'T A ROCK (it was a ring...)
I held onto it for the rest of the working day until SUPPER TIME. Where i introduced it to my mother and other family members.
"Could it be that ring, the Bradley ring?" (SPEC-U-LATION!)
"Your Grandad lost that long ago! Let's no tell him yet!" (WADDABITCH!)
Anyway i wore the ring during dinner with my Grandad next to me, not noticing. Eventually i gave in and showed it to him as he began glancing at my now, MONEY encrusted knuckle (UNNERVING).
As it turns out this ring is VERY OLD!
It belonged to my Grandad who had lost it back in '88 while tearing plaster off a wall next door. SO it was lost in the pile of plaster which was heaved out into the back garden which was subsequently mixed with a pile of dirt which was then dumped onto rockery 100ft away as a substitute for soil, where i discovered it, 30 years later!
BUT this ring is even older, it's engraved with MB, which stands for Mary Bradley (Grandad's family name). It belonged to another member of my Grandads family and well, long story short, its over 100 years old and isn't stamped with a Karat marking, and believed (probably correctly) to be 18 karats (75% Gold) (Out of a possible 24 karat (Pure Gold))
So...
Remember: When you find gold in the ground, DO. NOT. TELL. ANYBODY. AND. SELL. THAT. BITCH. FOR. CASH.
