Squandering an inheritance at the pub (Belle)

I’d inherited some remarkable jewellery from an unknown American relative. The jewels were handed over to me in a white cotton pillowcase which I took to the pub. There I encouraged strangers to try on the best item – an enormous diamond tiara. Later when I looked in the pillowcase, most of the jewellery had disappeared and had been replaced by empty crisp packets and cigarette ends.

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