And you wonder why I'm bitter about London..
Some fucker just stole my bike.
From Islington High Street. In broad daylight. Next to a CCTV camera. While it was locked, twice*.
Am currently fuming. I thought it was a nice day to go out for a cycle; and I know I could use the exercise.
Stopped to get coffee and some interesting flowers, came back, bike gone.
FFS.
And, looking at the receipt now (to get the serial number for police report), I realise I paid twice as much as I mentally thought I had.
BOLLOCKS!
Not happy. And I'm also down £100 thanks to the Royal Mail losing shit too.
[*: I mean, while it had two locks on it - not that they stole the bike two times.]
From Islington High Street. In broad daylight. Next to a CCTV camera. While it was locked, twice*.
Am currently fuming. I thought it was a nice day to go out for a cycle; and I know I could use the exercise.
Stopped to get coffee and some interesting flowers, came back, bike gone.
FFS.
And, looking at the receipt now (to get the serial number for police report), I realise I paid twice as much as I mentally thought I had.
BOLLOCKS!
Not happy. And I'm also down £100 thanks to the Royal Mail losing shit too.
[*: I mean, while it had two locks on it - not that they stole the bike two times.]