Precision

Once, there was a great artist who lived in a tiny attic room which was strewn with filth. He was sick, had no money at all, and had managed to alienate all customers, well wishers and agents along the way. He was so upset and unhappy with his life that one day in a fit of rage, he threw all his paintings out of the window. In the street, a young woman was nearly hit by a flying painting. She went to see where it had come from and went into the house, met the artist, fell in love with him and set about making him sort out his life. She was an accountant by trade, didn't have an artistic bone in her body, and often over the many happy years to follow, as they watched their children play in the beautiful gardens of their stately home, and the artist was respected and admired by everyone, they would talk of how they were a match made in heaven.