Buttons

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A few weeks back Matty told me that she hadn’t been one bit well the day before. I pricked up my ears at this as I knew I was going to hear some woeful tale of her doing something that she knows fine rightly she shouldn’t be doing.

Matty has angina and she hates the way it can restrict her activities. One of the things she can’t do without suffering the consequences is any task that involves prolonged bending down. An example would be picking things up at floor level.

So I asked,

What were you at?

Well I got this blouse yesterday morning in the sale at Bonne Marche. The girl told me it was well reduced because it had a button missing.

So how did this hurt your chest?

When I got home I started looking for my button jar. It’s usually in the bottom of one of the wardrobes or one of my bottom drawers but I looked and looked and I couldn’t find it anywhere.

How long did you look for it?

About two hours. To tell you the truth it left me that I wasn’t worth tuppence for the rest of the evening.

Did the button jar turn up?

No. I was that annoyed I pulled out some other old thing and cut all the buttons off it and sewed them on to this one. Then I got a quare gunk!

What happened?

I looked inside the new blouse and there was a spare button inside it the whole time!