I
ruined
the first attempted window for the
south side of the main bedroom on June 15th.
After that I was fairly depressed for about three weeks.
Losing the not-entirely-cheap window was a bit of a setback but I was more
bothered that the windows had already taken long enough so far but I thought
I'd at least got fitting them sorted but apparently
not and I wasn't really sure where it had gone wrong - whether I'd bent
the hinge moving the sash around before trying to put it up or somehow while
lifting it.
Getting out of that state wasn't helped by not sleeping well for various
reasons including hiccups and a bad back.
Since then I've got the bathroom window and the replacement for the damaged
main bedroom window in and the remaining three windows to hand with the
kitchen window sash ready to be installed on the next nice day, tomorrow
I hope.
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