Pseudo Coup

I don’t get Sudoku.

I mean I understand how to do it, and I’ve done one to see what the fuss was about… but I just don’t get the attraction.

To be fair about this though, I have a history with this sort of bafflement.

I was subjected on a number of occasions to jigsaw puzzles. Holiday houses always seemed to have them. My Mum seemed to think they were a good idea. They got fashionable, with artists like Loup making large, humorous, “Where’s Wally” type scenes with a lot going on in them during my childhood.

I like a picture as much as the next person. In among my colleagues, I would be considered an art buff - Partner and I even buy original art. But by the same token, I hate it when something is lost, and I have to look for it. That is not fun to me, and Sudoku falls into that realm I reckon.

It’s not actually maths. You’re not doing sums to work the problem out. You’re just making sure that number isn’t somewhere else – that’s just a jigsaw puzzle masquerading in a number puzzle suit.

I have, however, crossed a really serious divide. I have started doing crosswords, and I want to learn how to do cryptic. I’m not nearly as good at them as I would have hoped. Whilst I know some words, and have heard of lots of them before, I cannot spell to save my own hide. I consider this a particularly cruel twist of fate. I read all the time. I always have a book on the go. I always make time to read. I live in a reading household. I go to the library because Partner and I read too fast for our groaning bookshelves.

I cannot spell. This makes my crossword efforts a bit odd at times.

How do you spell Supplementary?

Uhmm, S… u….pp…batman symbol… q… skull & crossbones.