The scaffolding's up

Took a walk over the fields to the next village on one of our circular walks and found the windmill undergoing some work. I don't know what they are doing but should have asked at the pub where we stopped for refreshments, as they hold the key for the Borough Council, who own it. Dreadful memory.

The wrens are bobbing in and out of their nest and the blue tits are busy in the nest box outside my office playroom window.

When I tried to change the page of my calendar at the beginning of May I dropped the pin down the back of the cabinet. After a couple of days I gave in and emptied it, pulled out the cabinet, retrieved the pin and put everything back. What I forgot to do was put the cabinet back against the wall. I haven't decided when I'm going to empty it again, but when I do, I must remember to push it back before refilling it.

I did say my memory was bad.