A button and some wool.

A conversation in the pub last night started with a button falling of Milt's coat and ended up with the memory of my Mom shouting at me for using all of here wool up.

You see we got talking about the practice as kids of button and string spinning. By threading some string through two opposing holes in a button, tieing the ends together to form a loop, "winding" the button up to then spin it very quickly by pulling the loop taught.

The momentum of the spinning button would then wind itself up in the opposite direction and away you went again. Some buttons made an interesting noise - easily amused in those days.

So, not having any string I used some of my mom's knitting wool. However the process quickly made the wool break and another 2 foot length was purloined. The trouble was this wool had been ordered specially for some knitting project and there now wasn't enough left.

So I got a bollocking...

Currently listening to: Seasons in the Sun by Terry Jacks. I'm not depressed - honest!