Jigsaw....Grrrrrr.

Mrs FP has spent ages doing a 1,000 piece puzzle. 

“Why is it always the last piece that is missing?” asked Murdo.
"That has perplexed philosophers and scientists for decades" I replied.
“It looks a bit like the one I found on the floor a week ago.”  He added.
“What?” I asked.
“Tasted rubbish.” he replied.

Just for that we have booked him with the groomers next week. Which he loves.

In the meantime Mrs FP’s OCD has her fashioning a replacement piece with scissors, card and a Pritt stick. I kid you not.