Reflections on Glass

The day steadily gets hotter. I get a call from Kirk to meet on site. He produces the bracing plan for the garage. Oops. Wrong. There's no provision for coving which the garage has on both sides. I ring Kelly. Not in. I ring the structural engineers who are puzzled. Later I'm cc'ed into correspondence. One way or another the bracing needs to fit the consented plans and the council wants to see the new plan.
My mission today is to organise. Teaching-wise I have to get sorted for kids on Friday. It's much the same every year: wait and see who comes through the door. That's the advantage of experience. And I have to sort the lead lights out. I phone NK to ask how far down the transoms are situated in the bay windows, and the dining room ones. Kirk has pointed out they need to be out of the line of sight. I drop in to Trinity to check the pane that needs trimming to fit the walk in wardrobe. Feeling reasonably optimistic I've got this under control, Nicky and I head to the beach for a swim. Then we head to my place and get the tape measure out.
Bombshell. This isn't going to work. To get the bigger lead lights into the living room bay the transom would need to drop into line of sight. Even the dining room, with the smaller panes from my old room, are pushing it. We look at the bedroom bay. Same same. For this height the transom needs to be 1980 above the floor. No way. My stress levels go up. I've sweated blood to get these windows into the right spaces. The trouble is, the spaces are too small. Shit. I realise the bigger panes were never intended for bay windows. They were decorative wall windows. Double shit. I'm going to have to change most of the recycled lead lights at the last minute. Rearranging them in my head, I drive home trying to convince myself it's all going to be work out. That the creative process often produces something you'd never imagined. Plans are meant to be changed. But designs are more complicated.

Perrin and Rowe deco taps- eye-wateringly expensive