Button Addiction.
Every evening
this week, at exactly the same time, I’ve gone to my local shop to buy a pack
of Cadbury’s Giant Buttons. It’s felt like a cry for help.
I’ve been served
by the same guy each time. He must have noticed. Perhaps he's labelled me ‘The
Button Man’ in his head. It’s as if he’s complicit in my secret, chocolatey
shame.
What makes it
worse is it’s quite a big bag, containing more Buttons than you should eat in
one sitting. If I keep to this one-pack-per-evening schedule I’ll eventually
have to be lifted out of my house with a special type of winch.
I mustn’t let things
get that bad. The time has come to exercise some self-restraint. Still, at
least they've kept me off the heroin.