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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