Friday, February 12, 2021

The Jigsaws ...

My wife has taken to doing jigsaws as a pastime. Not satisfied with the normal cardboard types as supplied by W H Smith, she has invested in the up-market Wentworth collection. These are very good but not cheap!

Encouraged by a late dear friend, Jean’s collection has exhibited the ability to just go on growing and growing.  She has managed to fill one large bookcase plus a cupboard and freestanding shelf. We now possess what I can only describe as a library of wood-filled boxes.

Seated most evenings in front of the TV she has equipped herself with an old butler’s tray made of pinewood and fitted with a pair of small brass handles. It had belonged to my grandmother.

With the subtly of a clap of thunder, 250 pieces of jigsaw fly out of a cotton bag, congregating in a heap in the centre of the tray. Turning, spreading and sorting now commences.  Silence can then be expected for about half an hour before the more stressful elements start to cause comments, ranging from the degree of difficulty encountered, to the old favourite “it’s got a piece missing!,” Jean continues until the current masterpiece is finished.

I think that on average, she can manage about one and a half jigsaws per night, and sometimes if she has done the puzzle before, it could be two by 10.00pm.

David Taylor
12/02/2021

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