Speaking of reaching for the stars...

Our house measures 9,75 meters from ground to ridge. Thus, for the safety of my parents, I'm quite happy they've decided to use something more stable than a ladder when they approach the task of repainting. (They claim pink with white bowknots are not in vogue.) Mom and dad, in turn, are quite happy that the neighbour's visiting friend, Roland, is growing tired of the quietness of this place and thus, eager to help.(By the way, it's me, there at the base of the scaffold.)