Woman At Work


I have a confession to make. I did not paint the rest of the woodwork with old engine oil. Yes, it looked tatty and it had to be sanded down and then painted, but I did not do it. My dear wife Irena kindly volunteered for this job. Yes, I was not completely well at the time, but really the truth is that climbing back onto the scaffolding after my fall was frightening. Terrifying, actually. Irena did the actual work and I was there to assist, hold the ladder and pass things to her. I do feel a bit of a wimp and a failure, but more than a month after my fall I still have problems sleeping. 

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