Last week, we had a carpenter in to sort out our well-worn house. Loads of our window frames needed a bit of work. This wouldn’t bother me all that much but my husband likes to get things fixed.
I think it is because the house I grew up in had almost completely rotten window frames (I could put my finger through the wood in my bedroom window). I remember my Mum telling me that I must never put my head out of a sash window, lest the glass comes through the wood in the manner of a guillotine. At the time I thought it was a law but other people have told me that they didn’t have the same rule in their houses.