Late in the stillness of the night, around 4am, you were roused from your slumber by a chorus of frantic curses. Your eyes forced open and landed on the empty bedsheets beside you.

The duvet had been flung to your side, enveloping you, and your husband Tommy was not on his side of the bed.

A sinewy, lean figure paced back and forth rapidly; the lights switched on, and you recognized a panicked Tommy.

Clearing his throat, he stated worriedly, "I can't find my bloody wedding ring."