Years ago, I was walking by the river near the iron bridge in Shropshire with my youngest brother and his family when we came across a can of half-eaten tuna abandoned on the river bank, and it got me thinking . . .
I have a big jar of buttons in my sewing box. I can’t seem to get rid of them even though, over the years, I have probably only made use of a handful of these buttons. So it got me thinking (lots of things do!) what would happen if someone became obsessed with buttons and how that would impact their lives and the lives of those around them . . .