the painters stop to investigate
Yesterday, the painters set down their rollers and brushes and walked, blank-eyed, into the dining room, drawn by a mysterious force. I felt like I was in The Manchurian Candidate, such was their determination and their other-worldliness. It turns out they sensed the arrival of the beer cooler. Wow. These guys were amazing. Once they discovered it had not yet been stocked, they shook it off and got back to work. But I’ve still been watching over my shoulder for Angela Lansbury ever since.