Yesterday my husband and I had planned a day out biking along the canal... it was not to be because some weasel broke into the basement in the apartment complex where we live and stole my locked-up bike. Instead of a picnic in the sun I went to the Police station. I walked there via Brick Lane where I witnessed all the local-area thieves selling the bikes they'd stolen to anyone with as few scruples as them. It was sickening to see these thieves standing around with other people's property. Why are they allowed to be there at all?

Now I'm back to walking for an hour to work. I've been wishing all sorts of horrible things happen to the thief who nicked my bike. Not a very Christian ethos but I'm still so indignant that I will have to spend my hard-earned money on a replacement bike whilst some low-life rides around on mine.