..my bike nicked.
My fault. Idiot turned up at pub for a birthday drink with the Cadbury lads wot I drink with and found I'd forgotten my keys. So I thought it would be OK to wheel it round to the back and park it by the kitchen door where the staff sit an have a fag etc.
OK. It could have been worse. It was my pub bike. Until a couple of days ago it sported my new Barley, but thankfully that got moved to the fixie as I'm now commuting on that.
Thank god it wasn't the Mercian. (Although I'd probably not have taken such a stupid chance with that.)
OK kids. Just don't do it. If you've forgoten your keys, don't even think about it. Go home.