Tuesday, 27 July 2010

Filled with the indignant rage of 1000 mothers

I have been sitting here trying to write my 'Intro to Andrew' post as I hadn't got around to doing it but I just can't get the thoughts out as I am absolutely furious. This fury is brought to you by the letter A. A is for 'arsehole' (sorry Mum). This is the description of the person who stole Andrew's bike last night. 

I can't actually describe how angry I am about it. He's had it for two months and now it's gone. And I can only blame myself - he got vouchers to go to Halfords to buy a new lock and suchlike for it, and we hadn't got around to doing it so it had been getting kept at the bottom of our stairwell. Someone has walked past, seen it and just lifted it. 

I want to punch things. Mostly myself.


  1. Swines! May they be last in line for the wire brush and dettol!

  2. Awwww Eileen that's so rubbish. Poor Andrew - and poor you! xx

  3. I agree with Vonnie, poor Andrew - that's sad.