We got back from a lovely Christmas at 11.30 last night to discover that The Tank, my lovely husband's bike, had been nicked! It was (unfortunately unlocked) at the back of our car park space in our secure car park under our nice, smart block of flats. Covered in two tarpaulins. And weirdly, the husband had taken the saddle off, so it was nicked without a saddle while two much nicer, newer, less grubby bikes were left safely and unlocked in the space next to ours. I'm so angry. Scumbags, how DARE they take someone else's bike? It doesn't matter that it wasn't an expensive bike, it was OURS and it had carried him safely round Europe and India! I'm also feeling rather guilty and HUGELY relieved that my darling Liesl was sheltering from the elements, decked out in tinsel in our living room. If she'd been stolen too, I would have been gutted. The lesson....lock your bike. Yes, we've heard it before but sadly it's necessary. The only good thing in this is that FINALLY the husband will have to give into my incessant nagging to get a good bike for next year's trip....we're off to Paul Hewitt on Saturday.