Just the comma to sort out now.Well , I had son's friend's bike (someone sort the apostrophes for me) for nearly 3 months until I eventually collared him and told him to take it home, whereupon he exclaimed, that's where it is!
I don't have yours though.
It's gone to keep that one company!Its not this one is it?
http://www.cyclechat.net/threads/lock-wouldnt-unlock-aaargh.139473/
I think it's been stolen by Mad Doug's gang of street urchins![]()
When he got to 'though shall not commit adultery' he remembered where he'd left his bike.
When I was ten, I took my dog to the shop, bought some sweets and came home. About three hours later a knock on the door. Someone had brought the dog home, I'd left her tied up to the lamp post outside the shop!It's easily done; when I was about seven I rode my bike down to the local garage, bought some sweets then walked home. Two days alter I went looking for it in all the usual "leaving places" around our very large garden and slowly came to the conclusion that it wasn't there. The following day, went to the garage in Mum's Mini van and... there was my bike, still leaning against the office window. The garage man, Mr Parsons, said he'd had a good look over it but couldn't find anything wrong with it...