(Never did get properly stretched. Today is a bad knee day, full stop.)
Courteous electrician appeared and worked diligently in the blistering heat. New wire goes right through the lower branches of the cherry tree which seriously ought to have been trimmed thee weeks ago, but no matter. In theory the years-long chronic worry of 'that wire is stripped oh what shall I do?' has ended, and once I've paid for it *will* be ended, but meanwhile I'm in one of my anxiety states that takes no account of facts, and I wibble. Evidently the tendency to neurosis follows "a U-shaped pattern. Overall, the data suggests that neuroticism decreases through most of adulthood, then increases again in older age." Uh yeah, that'd be me and my 'I don't know why but I keep thinking something's bound to go wrong" mindset.
Ah well. Sent to try us, indeed. Meanwhile NNDs have mended their wooden steps but have also primed them as well. Shan't ask 'aren't you supposed to leave wood for a year before painting?' but shall be thinking it hard.