A visitor

Beneath the holly tree and the apple tree at the bottom of the garden we have a whole bunch of rotting logs. We put them there to encourage creepy crawlies, which are good food for a number of garden birds, and they've been there for about six years now.
Early this morning, at dawn, I was in the kitchen making a cup of tea for Barbara, and saw a wren alight into the garden and poke around among the logs looking for grubs. Sheer bliss - they are such reclusive birds and what a pleasure to see one.
Taking the cup of tea, the arthritis in my left thumb gave me a sharp reminder, the cup went tits up and the tea was spilled over the kitchen floor. Twenty minutes to clean it all up.
Welcome to my world.