It has come to my attention that 'volunteering' in my family does not have to include a willing spirit. Mother has been going around all day saying, "I'm going to the cottage today. I'm going to do some painting."
I was completely at ease until my father and I suddenly found ourselves in the cottage, armed quite unexpectedly with rakes and paintbrushes. I tackled the six strips of wood trimming with a first coat of paint (despite my protestations that "I only paint masterpieces"), while my father raked the gravel driveway.
Lesson learned. 'I' means 'you.'