Bracknell Towers is reglazed

Readers who have been losing sleep over the threat to the security of Lady Bracknell's treasured possessions occasioned by the hole in her withdrawing room window will be relieved to hear that the glaziers are in the process of replacing it. That they are simultaneously destroying the exterior paintwork which was completed less than a month ago at very considerable expense is unavoidable, but is grieving her ladyship to the core. Their helpful suggestion that she should have had the window replaced before she had the paintwork done was met with a somewhat stony reception. Lady Bracknell may have many sterling qualities, but she is not psychic. She could not have foreseen the stone or airgun pellet which she is informed must have caused the damage. (Clearly, glaziers are persons of a most pedestrian mindset: Lady Bracknell still prefers her theory about a small, but enraged, horse. Possibly one which was able to render itself momentarily invisible.)


Once the central pane has been replaced, the window should once again resemble the photograph on the right.

(Although Lady Bracknell is pleased to note that there is rather more foliage on the trees today than when this picture was taken, and the weather is less gloomy.)

She will need to replace the gelgem flowers when her strength is somewhat restored. Her ladyship is very fond of the gelgem range of products, which provide much joy for an outlay within the means of even the most limited purse, and advises her readers that they can be purchased by UK residents here. The depictions on this site do not do the beauty of the products a full service, so readers wishing to gain a more accurate impression of how gelgems would appear in their own home are advised to check out the US site. They should, however, be aware that there is no mail order facility through this site.



Her ladyship has many tasks which she would wish to be pursuing, but what was initially described to her as a simple case of cutting out the broken panes involves such a cacophony of hammering that she is temporarily quite unable to concentrate on anything more demanding than dictation to her equally-harassed editor.



Given that the security of her beloved china cabinet will be restored momentarily, Lady Bracknell has decided that it is safe to publish a photograph of it. She regrets that the dimensions of the picture are such that her readers may struggle to appreciate the quality of its contents, but assumes that the more eagle-eyed among them will have recognised the Clarice Cliff vegetable tureens and gravy jug on the bottom shelf.