Here goes nothing

You can’t buy a jigsaw here for love nor money, and K has got the bug. I had this one , that I started two houses ago, rolled up in a felt thingy purpose built for holding your jigsaw in progress, if you need the table. Of course it’s been moved several times and I have picked pieces off the floor and stuffed them back into the roll. We also don’t have the picture. Ach well, what we do appear to have is nothing but time. If this goes well, K will likely become a jigsaw fiend. If not, who knows?