Now you will all understand why I dream of the house falling down about my ears ...

... while I sleep.
It's the cracks, those terrible cracks. I can't stand them. I worry aloud about them, which makes Mr Brown cross and roll his eyes at me.
This is not the reason for today's post, however.
Today I post to celebrate new windows. New windows without broken, flapping sash cords so that they will open at the top and the bottom, at the same time, creating (in theory) airflow we've thus far only dreamed of. New windows without bodgy, hand-painted, "privacy" frosting (the fellow who lived here before was a bit of a privacy/security nut). New windows with insect screens that run the whole length of them. New windows that won't rattle in strong winds (fingers crossed) or allow water to come inside when the rain is particularly heavy (or they better fucking not). New windows treated so to reduce noise and increase insulation.
Still, in showing you the new windows I reveal some mighty cracks. Try not to be too frightened.
I give you our new windows.

Next step operation shutters closely followed by operation attic space (SPACE!!)