Aw, that's a lovely story. I have got my gold coffee bean here now. Just looking at it. When my mother passed away I sold many of her rings and things as I didn't have any real need for them, but for some reason I couldn't quite part with the coffee bean. My mother loved that pendant. I remember getting it valued at H Samuel in Churchill Square in Brighton before it was rebuilt, and I remember going to Fabric Fayre in Sydney Street. There was a coffee shop that would grind beans next door and I would look in wonderment at them through the window, filtering through into the machine, and would say "look mum, those beans aren't gold!"
