A bit of a long story but here goes. I have been moving home recently and this has involved moving lots of things in boxes. As a temporary measure I left my bike outside our back door in the alley. It was locked up but not too anything. I finally finished moving the boxes on Friday and checked my bike on Saturday and lo my bike was gone. So some skanky so and so stole it. Oh well I thought it is only a bike (one I had bought at Uni many years ago) and whilst being a bit peeved, I got over it. However, walking home from the train tonight I went past our local Kebab shop and guess what was lying on the pavement outside… My bike. So I enter the afore mentioned kebab shop and ask anybody if that is their bike lying in the street out the front of the shop. Nobody says yes. So I explained that it is my bike and it was stolen from the around the back last week and proceed to take my bike back. This is very unlike me but something about the sheer cheekiness of not only stealing my bike but then leaving it about 30 yards from my front door just got to me. Grrrr! So this is what anger feels like. Oooooh I kind of like it.