Remember how buzzed I was about having a bike? Well I was gutted when six weeks later it got nicked from Oxford rail station, specially since I was too broke at the time to replace it.
However, the pedal power pixies must’ve been looking out for me - I arrived home on Thursday to a letter from the police saying my bike had turned up in a hedge about 8 miles away. A chap from the local football club found it and turned it in. I picked it up today, it's in almost perfect working order.
I'll be sore tomorrow though, cos I rode it all the way home...
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