Painter

I went round to deliver the pipe and was then taken around to visit a painter who lives just up the road. He was awaiting the return of his wife from a day stay to give him a break from coping with her speedy decline. He had a little device like the clicker on a cigarette lighter with a probe attached that gave him little shocks whenever he clicked the button. I guess it is the same as those little massage machines for stiff shoulders and whatnot, but no batteries and a lot more specific to one spot. He seemed in good spirits to have visitors and we chatted about this and that. I suppose I should have taken a sketch book then I wouldn't have been left with only vague memories of his face.