Oct 21, 2020: Puzzlement

Carole’s been having a hellish time at work recently. Her most commonly uttered phrase, at the moment, is “It’ll be quieter next week.” So far it has not been quieter.

That, coupled with her OU studies and the impending deadline for her first essay assignment on something to do with protests in print and music pre-Morrisey and/or Jim Corr blathering about something have left her a frazzled little soul.

So tonight she logged off her work, put away her study stuff and just had a night where she could do whatever she wanted.

Except what she wanted was to play Mario Kart which involved setting up the Wii, finding the Wiimotes and generally a lot more work than you would imagine.

So instead, we watched Bake Off (which I do, now, through gritted teeth because I just cannot stand Prue Leith, although the fact that every judgement she gives after eating does make it sound like she’s about to choke on whatever it is she’s noshing on does make me chuckle) and did a jigsaw.

The Mensa Jigsaw. The one that Carole got me for Christmas last year (from a charity shop, for upwards to two Earth pounds) and that has sat in the bottom of the gaming table, barely assembled, since Boxing Day.

I was attempting the difficult side. The side that is just purely the lines of the cutting die used to cut the jigsaw in the first place, but at an angle to the actual cut pieces.

But once Carole got involved we soon sacked that off and did the other side instead.

We nearly finished it in the time it takes Channel 4 to show one episode of the Bake Off (which is a ridiculously long period of time because it shoves eight-thousand adverts into it which increases the run time by thirty whole minutes). It turns out, the side of the jigsaw with a clear, defined image is actually a fricking doddle.

The other side can do one. Even top level Mensa people would be like, “yeah, fuck that shit.” I think it’s only Mensa, actually, because it has some puzzles on it that you can do once you’ve completed the jigsaw. Or, as I think we’ll do, just ignore and put the jigsaw back in the box ready to give to another charity shop once the Covid half-life on each piece of the jigsaw has passed.

Sometimes, though, all you need is a nice couple of hours of leisurely jigsaw assemblage to put things right.

It brings piece.

Ha ha.