Treeglow Flicker

I really need to get out of this house before my brother's aura of gloom and contrarian pessimism sends me mad.

It's only technically been a month since we put the house on the market and my brother is fretting that there hasn't been any interest. Of all the times our family has moved we have never had anyone interested THAT quickly. Selling a house takes time and patience. And now he's upset that the exterior is going to put people off.

Aye. I agree that it could benefit from a bit of paint. But neither of us exactly have the money for a professional to do it and it's a long way up.

My brother seems to be under the impression that we could do it ourselves. And usually when he usually uses the word "we" or "our" it usually translates to "me". And out of the two of us, I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who knows how to work a paint brush. I mean my brother can't even pull a pair of curtains straight or make a bed properly, or rinse a plate off before putting it in the washing up bowl. He can't even empty a bin properly.

Keeping that in mind, that even if he was to actually help me paint the side of the house, I really don't relish him trying to foot a ladder while I'm at the top of it. I have pictured many ways my life could come to an end. And myself falling off a ladder from a large height is not one of them.

I. AM. NOT. PAINTING. THE . SIDE. OF. THE. HOUSE.