AnThony was getting all ready to paint but the fumes from the tin made him feel all faint. "Be a saint dear and open some windows", he said to his long-suffering wife. He paused to have a bite of his pasty, but with all the paint fumes it now had a definitive taint. Despite his magot, or nest-egg, Anthony was still quite miserly and he grabbed another fagot of brushwood for the fire; he'd been out earlier collecting it. Eventually he was able to get back to his project and picked up his paintbrush to work on his pride-and-joy yacht.
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