Decorating the spare
bedroom had reached the stage when someone had to go up the ladder to paint the
ceiling, and in consideration of my fragile knees my wife gave it a go on
condition I assisted by holding the paint pot where she could reach it without
surrendering her vice-like grip on the rungs; unfortunately that meant standing
in the line of fire for drips, flicks and unintentional (I think) swipes of the
paint brush.
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