Well, the painter came back and the house is finished. Now, I need to work on the garden.
Oops, sorry about the wrinkles. I noticed a loose thread and wanted Diligence to look smart for the photo-shoot.
Now, about the dark stranger at the door.
I have a theory. You see, if we assume that the house is a fisherman's cottage, the figure could be a long lost son returning home. Fishing was not a lucrative occupation and so many of the younger sons would leave home to work on the ships sailing to distant shores. As I stitched him, I imagined him returning after years at sea. His mother kept a candle burning for him.
But then I came upon a problem. Why was his face black? It couldn't be a suntan. What was the reason? Then it dawned on me. He wasn't a long lost son, he was a groom-to-be and he'd just been blackened. It's obvious, really.
What? You haven't heard of this charming custom?
It was still going on when I lived in a fishing village. Before the wedding day, the poor groom was "kidnapped" by his so-called friends, stripped and covered with something horrible to make him black. I've known of things like fish guts and soot or old engine oil being used. He was then paraded round the village while his friends make as much noise as possible with dustbin lids, pots and pans and anything else they could find. The parade usually ended up with the groom and followers jumping in the harbour. I found a description here.
Ok, I think I need to lie down now.