Inspired by a friend, I recently decided to purchase a jigsaw puzzle and tackle it on one of Manchesters "rare" rainy days!
The puzzle my friend had recently completed, and what inspired me to reignite a childhood passion, was a picture of a selection of chocolate bars and sweets - perhaps my favourite food group - and it arrived on a particularly wet and windy afternoon so seemed the perfect pass time!
I used to do puzzles all the time as a child and through my teens, and although some may consider a little "geeky" it's the perfect way for me to go "off-grid" and thoroughly enjoy some uncomplicated and thought-cleansing me-time!
Sadly the downside to my fascination with puzzles is my inability to share. Possibly due to my OCD tendencies, and possibly due to having two particularly prank-driven brothers, I have an inability to enjoy a puzzle if anyone has "helped" along the way!
Bearing this in mind you will no doubt completely understand my utter dismay when I reached the end of my incredible puzzle adventure only to find that something truly horrendous had occurred in Puzzle Land...
The last piece was missing.
Now, some may think that on the scale of world issues this doesn't really grade, and I completely agree in the Real World that is entirely true, however a Puzzler gets so deeply immersed in the puzzle at hand that a missing piece; an incorrect picture or at worst an accident at the end, truly do become earth shattering disasters.
Luckily for me this nightmare was short lived, mainly due to the fact that after nearly 15 years together I have come to learn and love the fact that my darling husband is just as much a prankster as my two brothers and had merely "borrowed" the missing piece and "kept it safe" so I wouldn't lose it during the construction process!
With a grin from ear to ear like a Cheshire Cat he handed me the offending article in order for me to undertake the joyous task of jigsaw completion, and, as a family unit, we have both proven that jigsaw joy clearly can be enjoyed by everyone - whether loving the method or relishing the madness of piecing life's puzzles together on a rainy afternoon!
All that remains is the age old conundrum... to break or not to break! After the hours of dedication and total immersion, it is such a heart-wrenching challenge to just break up the masterpiece and pack it away. Sticky-back plastic sheeting has previously been my hero, but now, years later, those jigsaws I treasured as a teen are stuck in place and I wish I could enjoy the process of construction once again, but certainly won't be the one with knife in hand to carve afresh!
So, I leave you with this thought to ponder... destroy the joy to relive in another age, or sticky-back freeze the adventure in time, never to be taken again?!
PS. Thanks Tom White! My childhood joy has been rediscovered!