You can never have enough...

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My Dad grew up in Edinburgh during the war. He collected bones for button making, which kind of says it all about the rationing his Mum went through to keep her children fed. When he came here, and then married my Mum he was the fritterer, she was the budget wise one. She held the purse strings, simply because he was determined his two children would have a different life, and we would never knock on doors to ask for bones...