Gold in the compost

My parents gave me a gold bangle, engraved on the inside with my name and the date, for my 21st birthday. I wore it almost every day until, after a weekend at my sister-in-law's, I realised it was missing. My daughter, then aged about 4, liked to play with my jewellery box (sounds grand, but wasn't really), and occasionally would hide items under cushions or pillows. I grilled her, but she always denied having played with the bangle. My sister-in-law searched her house, to no avail. Eventually, I gave up looking, but always felt, oddly, that it would turn up, and so it did. Six years later my sister-in-law phoned to say they had found my bangle. Her husband, a devoted gardener, had suddenly decided that there must be some good stuff in the compost bin because he hadn't emptied it for years. Among the compost he found what he thought was one of those metal fasteners that used to hold the lids on pots of fish paste. My bangle had been sitting in the compost bin for 6 years having fallen off my wrist while we enjoyed a sunny afternoon in the garden and then been swept up with the lawn clippings. Their daughter-in-law worked in a jewellers so she had it cleaned and restored to its former glory, and I got it back on my 46th birthday, exactly 25 years after my Mum and Dad gave it to me. I'm 72 now and it's still on my wrist.