Back from a grey and cloudy Vienna to find that Madame Bay has taken a shine to the tall painter . In between hoovering and dusting our saintly septaguenarian takes him out not one , but two , cups of coffee . Over lunch I comment on this miraculous transformation . ' The font ' somewhat cynically suggests that perhaps all the workmen should learn to work shirtless .
The painter is currently managing to take down , sand , and then re-hang three shutters a day . It's not an easy job and at this rate it will be the end of the month before he starts putting on the undercoat . The good news is that depite two and a half centuries of neglect all of the woodwork is in good order . I'd expected him to tell me that half of the shutters would need to be replaced .
Wilf spends much of his day in the cool of the kitchen . He is particularly interested in the preparation of the Escalope Milanaise a la Parmesane . He sits transfixed , a look on his face that says : " If you have knowledge , let others light their candles in it " .