I really truly tried.
Nice day, no place we had to be, so I suggested we get back at the bathroom.
By the time the men in the household finished using the bathroom I had swallowed my screams and headed outside with the scrapper and sandpaper and attacked the first of four basement windows.
Starting on the sunny side of the house on hot paving wasn't a treat, but I managed to work through my need to throttle the two of them.
The final colour will match the new doors and with any luck I'll get all the windows done this summer.
Paul did help. He cleaned the paint brushes.