Ian the joiner dropped by the the first time in years. He wanted to check (on behalf of a client) how well our last lot of wooden window frames had stood up to the elements. The answer is, not well at all, because they've gone. The sad thing- the slightly worrying thing- is I had no idea what he was talking about. What windows? When? Apparently the workmen botched the job and ripped us off. Ailz remembers perfectly. And I remember nothing. Well, with her prompting I can summon up the ghost of a memory but whether its a real memory or one she's implanted I wouldn't like to say.
At least I knew who Ian the joiner was- though but I couldn't have named him.