Well this painter, we're filing down the stairs and he says:
"Oh, I'm illiterate, missus."
"Oh," sez I, "How do you manage painting, the colours 'n all?"
"You'll have to put the cans into each room for me."
"How can you tell the different whites, like primer, trim, ceiling?"
"If you put a big letter on each, like P for primer, it'll be proper ting."
He's around 60+. We haven't got into the educational ins and outs of this but I imagine he fell through the cracks many years ago.
What I admired most was the practical way he stated this fact about his illiteracy.
And also when I suggested drop cloths, he said he never saw the need for them, he knew what he was doing and didn't splash around, no drips in his work, ask anybody. Pride, missus.
I've had one awful experience with an inside painter.
Let's hope this one restores my faith.
PS - posted later - here was the followup post to my "Bristled" post above - this one is "Banjaxed" - have a larf.