Always make sure the rest of the household knows what is what inside your pot.
I’m not sure I want to become addicted to jigsaw puzzles during the remainder of lockdown, which is just as well, as there seems to be a world shortage at the moment. I have been enjoying revisiting Brighton Rock. Pinkie is even worse than I remember him. And I understand Rose even less. If I could type on a jigsaw puzzle, I would
Normally I would browse second hand books for blackout poetry. Retyping the text out of necessity makes me think I should always do it this way from now on. I hope this is a way back into writing, a way to climb out of the lockdown brain fog pit