Spaghetti who wants to hear about my day

Blog, I come to you today with a new gripe. One which I don’t feel is discussed often enough, but has just irritated me to no end.

I’ll paint a picture: my mother received a puzzle for Christmas of which she felt she had no use for. I, a 21 year old reprobate with very little to do, decided to take on the task of building the puzzle.

It’s 500 pieces and depicts New York at Christmas, how gorgeous. I absolutely had the most fun ever building it and even got my friends involved. It was therapeutic, cute, and kept my brain busy. I thought, by Jove, I’m a puzzler x

That was until I completed the puzzle and needed to take it apart.

Why on gods green earth is it so bloody difficult to take apart a puzzle. Suddenly it’s like the whole thing is super glued together and it’s just a completely impossible task. I also don’t appreciate the woke rumours online that you can pick it up and drop it so it all falls apart, that’s a lie and a scam it simply falls back onto the table still fully formed.

I can’t explain how tedious the process was. No wonder people puzzle to relax, because once you finish and have to dismantle it you need a bloody tranquilliser to calm down.

500 pieces and 499 of them were impossible to separate. Not on.

Stay puzzled Hoopsters.

Spaghetti Hoops out.