This is a very sad story, interlaced with moments of utter happiness!
I have had these vintage mittens for years - they were perfect: they warmed my hands and they matched my UGGS. My wonderful friend Reg (her name is Lucy but her nickname is Reg) took me to Paris for my 30th and we had an amazing time. It was so romantic and we walked the streets and took photos everywhere we went! But about an hour in, I realised I had left my mittens on the metro! I was upset but thought it wouldnt dampen my fabulous day. Later on we went back to the last known whereabouts of the mittens, and asked the train guard if they had been handed in. They hadn't. I honestly though they would have been there but although I coped with the loss, deep down my heart was broken! Off we went for dinner where Reg tried to put a postive spin on it and we concluded that there would be a french man or woman with very warm hands! On the way back Reg hurt her ankle (very accident prone) and although we were near the gare du nord and I wanted to walk, Reg insisted we get the metro. As we approached the train guard, we thought how wonderful it would be if the mittens had been handed in and Reg gave it one last try. If we found them it would have been fate intervening! I couldnt watch as Reg mimed her best mitten impression! But as i turned around, I saw the train guard pulling out my beautiful mittens! Reg and I were euphoric and we hugged and clapped and everyone thought we were mad! But you'll understand if you have ever found something that you loved but thought you'd lost!
Now, you'd think that I would have learnt to look after my mittens after tht story, but a few months later, I managed to leave them on the london underground, so now someone in London has very warm hands. The moral of the story is you don't know what you've got til its gone, but sometimes, not even that stops you losing your favourite mittens.
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