Okay, things have settled down medically here a bit and I feel a tad more loquacious (If I were a lesbian I wouldn't have to worry about prostates.. interesting thought).

So he feels strong and picks up the chainsaw (it's a guy thing) so I point him at the decades old orchard and it, well, all of six trees, get cut back to a three foot stump. That'll larn 'em to grow outta sight where we get nuttin and the wildlife, sheesh, everything, including the borers and moths etc. (They're actually sprouting shoots but I have got spares planted closer to the house for better supervision)

I need to paint the house if only to find out where the previous coats have given up the ghost and become porous. Mixing partly filled colours from the tip I get just what I dearly wanted, terracotta, however, it's only one full can so muggsy paints the front with a two inch brush by hand. That's okay because with my reading glasses I can see every miss in the render I did long years ago, whereas with a roller I'd be standing back, blind. Plus loading the absorbent roller takes almost half the darned can and I can't spare it.
However, in a break in the drizzle (see, am on topic with a weather word) I go up on the concrete roof which also suffers but as no none can see it I empty cans of various colours and spread em around with a roller working my way back to the ladder. Now only a passing chopper or drone can see its wide random patches of purple, lime green and blue.

Oh, and Weary, surely that white streak is oncoming snow:?