It arrived in the post, just a small package. I was not expecting anything, so I was very curious as who had sent this and what it might be.

So in eager excitement I unwrapped the package, and was pleased to find a letter folded around a cardboard box.

The letter said,'Please forgive me, I shall forever be in you debt. Perhaps you will accept this that has perplexed me for such a long time, so much so it has made me a nervous wreck. I had no one to turn to, where ever I left it people saw. So they always returned it, I think you will understand, I am sure.'

Well as I read it I admit I was a trifle nervous as to what it might be. The box was too small for it to be a Python, a Crocodile, so what was it. After a short period of thought about the letter with it, I decided to open the box.

Inside was a round object with a key protuding on one side, like a clockwork mechanism key. I picked it up and looked at it, then noticed a printed note inside the box, instructions. Ah ha I thought, then read. 'Instructions for The THINGAMYJIG' I laughed at its name, then was shocked as the round object declared aloud. 'Wind me up, wind me up.' Which it incessantly repeated over and over, non stop.

I anxiously read the rest of the instructions which simply said. 'Always wind up, never disregard. Insanity is just moments away.'

Oh my I though, as I found myself doing as instructed, winding the round object up. It was then with great relief that the object ceased to shout demands of 'Wind me up.' What a relief that was.

I was not impressed with the sender one bit, nor was I later that afternoon when the Thingamyjig started to shout out its demands once again.

Do not ask  me why I obeyed it and wound it up, leave it there I did. That evening, through the night, all through the next day and into the week ahead. It was driving me mad.

I did try to leave it in supermaket, but a shop assitant came running over with it, 'I think this is yours sir.' she said, I nodded politely. In fact every time I attempted to dump it, it came back.

After a month I was a sleep deprived nut, and shouted at the round object in full throttle. My behaviour changed, friends noticed I was off and avoided me.

In the end I decided to send it to anyone, for the last time I wound it up, put it in a box and addressed it to President Obama The White House, Washington.

I hurried to the Post Office and dispatched it. With great relief I watched as it was dropped into the mail bag.

When I arrived home there was a note pushed through my door, 'Wind me up, wind me up.'

Is this a wind up I thought.