Nightwatchman
So as to not leave any marks on the freshly emulsioned walls by leaning the metal stepladder against them, and to save me the groan of starting next morning by heaving it up off the floorboards and lugging it into position, I stand it upright, dead centre of the empty lounge overnight, clothe the rungs with my overalls; no better place for my scaly gloves than snug on the ends of both stiles, as though waving or ready to grab you.