Skeleton

I'll have to get the camera swinging into action. I've got a corpse - well not actually a corpse, but a very unhappy piece of glass work has found its way to my door.

Another errand... a chance meeting... a question... and word of mouth.

Like all detectives, I thought I had better follow it up - strike while the iron was hot, so to speak.

There it lay, a broken and twisted skeleton, strapped to a board like a patient on a stretcher. Far removed from its place of pride, it looked forlorn.

Get the camera going. Take photos. Before and after, like the make-over features in magazines. Take measurements. It's got to be the right dimensions if it's to rejoin its companion.

Better get started.