I mean windows windows, not Windows windows. Everyone knows how Windows windows make you sad. And angry, and frustrated, and computer-cidal.
Changing our window windows - 1934 original, beautifully designed, draughty, energy-profligate windows for brand new, 2009, double-glazed, energy-efficient but totally anonymous windows.
to this...and finally this...
Yes, I know the old windows were, well, old... and rusty and broken and draughty and they HAD to be replaced but I still feel as if we did a lobotomy on the house.
Shed a tear or two I did (yes, I agree - I am going totally nuts).
Still, Biddy made the brilliant suggestion that I keep some of the old pieces of stained glass so that she can make something from them, so we will have a reminder.
While the work was being done I was talking to a neighbour who told me that our local, the Sefton Arms, is going to CLOSE DOWN in about 4 weeks!
And I know I would much rather have a full bottle in front of me than a full frontal lobotomy.