After trying for four years to have a painter turn up to paint our house my husband, much to my chagrin, decided to have a go himself. Painting is one maintenance task that he really enjoys doing and he has the patience to do it well. He started with the lower parts of the house which I was not too worried
about even though he had to climb a ladder but when he was finished with these areas he made a decision to buy a 16 mt extension ladder so that he could do the higher bits, this also meant he would have to be on the roof to reach to the top of the house. I don't believe anybody over 60 should be climbing ladders and certainly shouldn't be walking on house roofing but I did reluctantly agree, mainly because he was going to do it anyway, so we discussed the safer options he had for doing this work. Because it stressed me every time he had to work on the higher parts I hid inside doing house work so that I didn't have to see him and could hopefully forget what he was doing. While emptying the compost bin this morning I look up and here he is taking photos from the roof, all this time I am freaking out and waiting for him to just get the job done and he is taking photos. Anyway job finished, house looks good, he survived, photos are good and I am very proud of him (but never to do it again).