ah yes, the terrible Brompton/Bianchi vanishing
micraculously I'd collected my pride and joy minutes before what in hindsight was a white van full of suspicious herberts swooped with cutters and heaven knows what, I still feel a bit shifty
ttcycle has arranged to deliver the shirt on to me in what can only be described as urgent haste
perhaps I can resurrect my year old plan to carry it up to the East Anglican wastelands, or has it already been there?