Canvas columnist Steve Braunias is puzzled by life.

Jigsaws! I never saw it coming. One day I was at large in the world, out and about, someone who saw the big picture. The next I was pinned to the dining room table, silent, intent, my field of vision narrowing to very small points – please, someone help. I'm a slave to the jigsaw.

Jigsaws! It started in Papamoa, that flat, sandy epitome of the pleasant boringness of New Zealand life, with its fantastical street names - Bahamas Key, Riviera Crescent, Emerald Shores Drive, Palm Springs Boulevard – trying to introduce