Horror story

Spent the morning having a nice swim, and then had a very pleasant lunch with these two ex-colleagues. All was going well until I returned home and these had mysteriously appeared on the kitchen bench. What is the meaning? There's too much paint in them for the plan to be to throw them out. Is just a minor touch-up planned or is major work in the offing? Will I once again have to express a preference amongst 2000 shades of white, all of which just look white to me? And will it be me doing the work? And what will the deadline be? Nothing's been said yet. I'm keeping quiet.