You know I LOVE my bike.
I do love it so much.
Here it is looking very fine.
Well yesterday it was stolen!
We were at my mum and dad’s house enjoying a pre holiday dinner when there was a knock on the door.
One of their neighbours saw a group of yuffs bolt crop the lock from my bike and ride off on it.
OMG how sad was I, my heart sank.
I got straight on the phone to the police.
Lovely Man got straight on his bike ( which they hadn’t had time to steal) and headed off in hot pursuit.
The fiendish felon had headed into the back streets of Portsea, not a place to wander around even if you’re a local.
fifteen minutes later he returned triumphant
Chased the yob down he did……..he’s fast is Lovely Man.
Well maybe not That Fast!
Shouted at him and scared him half to death I think ( Lovely Man can look very menacing!)
until he gave up the chase and surrendered his booty.
Impressed the local bobby with his tenacious sleuthing too.
I can’t tell you how happy I was to see my bike come back to me.
I love my bike.
No damage really, apparently felons aren’t partial to crochet bunting or handlebar grips. They don’t use panniers either cos all that is missing, annoying but replaceable.
I love my bike, d’you know that!
And now I can pack it into the car for it’s holiday adventures in Suffolk.
Am off to but a new lock now even huger than the one that was on there.
Then it’s holiday for me.
So I’ll say goodbye for a couple of weeks.
I’ll be back with many adventures to tell.
Lots of love