My favourite jigsaw.
This was a jigsaw of Mr Mole proposing to Thumbelina, bought when my children were small and our Staffy, Rumble, was a pup (no, not the current Staffy. Rumble died in the 1990s).
The jigsaw was a
bu challenge to put together because the pieces looked different depending on where the light was and which way you looked at it.
The first time we put it together, some fell on the floor. By the time we’d rescued it all, one piece bore Rumble’s toothmarks and was missing a blip. That time, it was the last piece we placed to complete the jigsaw, but after that we always knew where ‘Rumble’s bit’ went.
Every December we would bring the jigsaw out to occupy the coffee table for a couple of weeks. Everyone would add a few pieces while at a loose end or watching TV. I liked the picture so much I contacted the manufacturer to purchase a print which still hangs framed in my hallway.
Sadly, when we sold the family home the jigsaw went missing in the move. By the time I noticed the items from that particular drawer were missing, I had been in my new home for almost a year, so it was late to be contacting the removals men.
The jigsaw pictured above was discovered at a car boot sale a couple of years ago by my niece. (Thanks Vicky!) While it’s missing Rumble’s signature, it is otherwise identical, and I’ll be bringing it out to help keep hubby awake during our enforced
Meanwhile, there’s that TBR pile of books breeding on my bookshelf. . .