GAAAAAAAH!
This morning, I got up. All seemed to go well. Had breakfast, checked to see if my washing had dried, wrote a few sentences for my latest QOTW entry, and finally got round to fixing the zip on my bag.

I had left just enough time to get to work on time, so I exited my flat and looked where my bike should be ... and ... emptiness. No bike to be seen. At first, I wondered if I had left it elsewhere, but then, I saw the lock. On closer inspection, it had been cut clean through. Some fucker's nicked my bike!!! AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Left with no bike, I had no choice but to take the bus. At least I learned that if I can see the bus at the previous bus-stop, if I jog, I can make it to the next bus-stop on time, but the bus spent ages halfway along the route waiting for the replacement driver to turn up. Thankfully, nobody seemed to mind I was late for work.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Tue 16 Dec 2008, 19:34, Reply)