What better way to spend Mother’s Day, you might think, than spending some time with your mum and helping her with her jigsaw.
Anything is better.
My mum loves jigsaws. Absolutely loves them. I’m quite partial to them myself, but mum loves then. She’ll polish one off in no time. Job done. Onto the next.
But we’ve scuppered that.
For several months a jigsaw has sat unfinished at mum’s. It’s a picture of Tutankhamun’s casket, which is easy enough, and a black background which isn’t.
The background has remained unfinished since day one. The casket was a doddle. But the rest of it is just all black.
And it’s ridiculously hard to put together.
You can tell that, as the jigsaw is second-hand (at least) and has what mum calls pieces that have been wanked about.
Because after a couple of minutes in the presence of the black pieces you just want to use any brute force technique you can get your hands on to get the pieces together.
For a while mum struggled because she’d left several salient pieces in the box. But now they’re out of the box things aren’t any better. She hasn’t even done the edges.
We tried to help today. We didn’t help. If anything we’ve just provided something new for mum to do as she pulls apart the pieces we put together.
I don’t think it’ll be finished before next Mother’s Day…