Now my darling partner added his input at the purchasing stage, and thought that a black and white jigsaw would be great. Let me just say, there is a reason you get them in colour.
Anyway, my sweet little cat Bella was obsessed by the pieces, and was seen rummaging. I of course blame her when certain pieces seem hard to find. Then my friend Ronnie comes in drunk one night, and pieces (stolen at an earlier time) come flying from his pockets. He promises they are all back, but a few days later, owns up to three more, but not a piece with a black line through it.
So on the weekend, I finally finish the puzzle - less four missing pieces - and I blame both Bella and Ronnie. Monday afternoon, I put the pieces in the box, and the box in the bin - what's the point in keeping 996 pieces of a 1000 piece puzzle I think?
Monday night my partner brings the mail in - and guess what is in it?
Friends - please add "HOSTILE TO JIGSAW PUZZLES" to your resumes. And there I was trying to be normal.