Gerry Brownlee and the missing engagement ring

Two elections ago, I went to one of Gerry Brownlee's street corner meetings. It was at the local playground. The children played and the adults listened. At one point, I waved enthusiastically at my young ones and watched my engagement ring fly off my finger to disappear into the grass. After a small panic and frantic search, the ring was found (after Gerry's departure).

Fast forward to yesterday morning, and I went to put on my engagement ring and it was...strangely not in its box. And it wasn't in my other ring box. And it wasn't in with the rest of my jewelery either....

Thankfully the small panic was over quickly, as one of the children said that they thought one of the others might have put it in Daddy's ring box. And so it was. The engagement ring was missing no more.

Shortly afterwards Ewan and I flew to Christchurch for my school reunion. And what would you know, Gerry Brownlee (local MP) turned up to give a speech.

What is this strange relationship between the appearance of Gerry Brownlee and my engagement ring's disappearance?