A Sad, Sad Day.
Today is a sad, sad day. Today, my bike was nicked. My lovely bike. Look, here it is:
OK, that's not actually it, but I can't take a bloody photo of my bloody bike, can I! I hate people who steal bikes. Especially ones that are clearly a little special. I really felt that it was me. Feels like someone has come in to my personal space and just shat on it. It had better be in Poland or Sweden, because I've never seen anyone else with it, so I'm positive I'll catch the little arsewipe if they live in Århus. God, I hope I see it.......
On a slightly (and I mean, slightly) more positive note, look at this pretty sunset photo, taken from my balcony about 10 minutes ago. Ahh. How nice.
My bike's out there somewhere :(
OK, that's not actually it, but I can't take a bloody photo of my bloody bike, can I! I hate people who steal bikes. Especially ones that are clearly a little special. I really felt that it was me. Feels like someone has come in to my personal space and just shat on it. It had better be in Poland or Sweden, because I've never seen anyone else with it, so I'm positive I'll catch the little arsewipe if they live in Århus. God, I hope I see it.......
On a slightly (and I mean, slightly) more positive note, look at this pretty sunset photo, taken from my balcony about 10 minutes ago. Ahh. How nice.
My bike's out there somewhere :(