For years my old pal Wally had lived alone in a small wooden house down by the beach where we had all grown up. He was an aging bachelor now and set in his ways. He had always had a simple life style and he had never given his house much attention. These days people were commenting about it, especially his sister Ruth. She complained that Wally couldn't see what everyone else could - that whatever paint it may have had in the past had peeled off completely, leaving the place looking very dilapidated.
It was she who eventually hit on the idea of how to paint the place quickly and cheaply. She arranged a day for Wally to have a house redecoration party. Under her directions, he provided the refreshments; and the friends and relations provided the paint, the brushes and the labour.
Well, we had a great time. Everybody arrived and got started without too much discussion. We were all looking forward to the party afterwards.
The kids, naturally, could only reach about halfway up the walls. So while they painted the boards below the windows and the bottom part of the doors, the adults concentrated on the higher boards and the window sills. The very bravest of them ventured on to the roof to spruce that up. Those that didn't trust the roof to hold their weight worked on the overhanging eaves. We soon finished the house and by mutual agreement decided to use up the rest of the paint. The grey, weathered fence was soon transformed into a gleaming thing of beauty.
The kids painted the letterbox and the gate and even the dog kennel got the treatment.
When there was nothing left to paint, we all went to the front of the house to admire our work. Then we trooped around the house, so we could proudly view it from every angle.
Arriving back at the front, we shrieked with laughter. Wally's friends and relations had raided their sheds and cupboards for any leftover paint that they had, but there had been no organisation, and now Wally's house was every colour of the rainbow. He loved it.