Every time I successfully place a piece, I get a little rush and a sense of achievement. How could I have thought puzzles were only for children?
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ntil last year, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d done a jigsaw puzzle. It must have been at least 20 years ago. As far as I was concerned, puzzles were for children. There were always other more exciting, interesting and productive things to do – or so I thought.
While rummaging around at home on a rainy autumn afternoon, however, I stumbled upon a jigsaw puzzle that had been lying untouched since my husband and I were given it a few years ago. I’m not sure what came over me – perhaps it was because my husband was watching a film that didn’t particularly interest me – but I decided to give it a go. I was immediately hooked.
The 1,000-piece puzzle – a charming illustration of Agatha Christie at her writing desk, full of subtle references to her books – took me a couple of weeks to complete. I would spend from five minutes to two hours on it at a time, depending on how busy I was. I enjoyed it so much that I found myself having to resist the urge to do the puzzle even when I knew I had other jobs to do. It was oddly addictive.
