A Ringing In My Head

The trip up to Shepp was not just to meet our new nephew, we also took care of one piece of outstanding wedding business – we bought the rings. We have close family friends who run a jewellery shop in Shepparton and everybody in our family has purchased their wedding rings from them going back almost 40 years. You simply can’t mess with a tradition like that.

I was slightly alarmed though as when I tried mine on I suddenly found it hard to breath, my heart started thumping and my legs felt compelled to run. I have no idea what it was but the jeweller, my Aunty Pam, assured me it was a surprisingly common reaction in men and given fifty or so years the feeling should pass.

We go back to pick them up in a few weeks, does anyone know if there are any traditions about how to keep rings until the wedding day?

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