J is for Jigsaw
I have a guilty secret. Jigsaw puzzles. I love ‘em! Does this make me a boring old fart? Probably. But I don’t care. Really. I don't. Stop sniggering! Call me what you will, there is something really relaxing about ferreting through lots of brightly coloured, oddly shaped bits of cardboard. And nothing is as satisfying as finding that one piece you’ve been searching for and having it fit exactly. It’s almost orgasmic. Perhaps I should get out more.
Now, before you all send me all your old, unwanted Christmas jigsaw puzzles given by your Auntie Ethel, consisting of charming scenes of the countryside, or pastel coloured flowers, or pretty old English villages, I hate doing those kind of jigsaw puzzles. I only like funny cartoon pictures. In particular the ones made by Steve Skelton's Tooniverse.
Until I moved to the States, I did a jigsaw once every 5-10 years, when I was a bit bored. Then I had an urge to do one when I first moved out and my husband decided he liked doing them too. So we did another one straight away. And another. And then we were hooked. I am a bit anally-retentive and insist we find all the edges first and then we split the puzzle 50:50 as I get territorial over my section. I am fortunate that my husband is very patient.
It’s so peaceful, with music playing, working side by side, chatting away and 'puzzling' like a couple of OAPs (that's Old Age Pensioner to you yanks!). So much more sociable than watching TV, which we do as well – God, I am an old fart!
The finished version. Ta Dah! Someone suggested framing our completed puzzles but I thought that was one notch too far in the nerdy scale.
C'mon, tell me. What's your guilty secret?