Jigsaw puzzles. The invention of demons from the ninth dimension of hell…
After several hours staring at about 736 plain blue pieces and trying to connect them in some order, I decided it was time for the scissors.
“Mum, you can’t do that.”
“Because then the picture won’t fit together. And it’s cheating. You always say cheating is wrong.”
I muttered something along the lines of ‘spoil sport’.
“Okay then, if I can’t use scissors, pass me the knife.”
She pouted. “Sure, but you know how you are with knives. And scissors if it comes to that.”
I muttered something about ‘smarty pants’. “Well, what about sticky tape? I’m sure this bit belongs here, and if I use tape, it’ll definitely stay there. And maybe if I fold the little head-shaped flap down like this.”
She shook her head slowly and left the room. I muttered something about ‘know-it-alls’.
After two weeks of calling in sick for work, squinting at the picture on the box, cups of coffee and perhaps a tantrum or nine, I completed the thing – all 1000 pieces are now in perfectly slotted harmony.
Looks a bit like someone used it for target practice – which they may have, but that’s beside the point.