Just woke up to a text from The Boy telling me that his bike has been nicked from the train station, and I'm absolutely enraged on his behalf. Not least because I bought him that bike 10 years ago, and because we spent a lovely couple of hours a couple of weeks back getting it sorted out so he could use it to escape from his Mum's for a bit.

I've had a few bikes stolen, and while I try to be empathetic and imagine a good reason, ultimately I think that bike thieves are fucking scum.