We got a call from the police yesterday.
Someone had found and handed/wheeled in
the M.O.T.H's magic bike,
stolen way back in June 2006.
We never expected to see it again
and certainly not in such good condition:
new mudgaurds had been fitted
and the tyres didn't even need pumping.
On Friday Miss T. had left her rucksack at the library
with her purse in it, which contained a large chunk of her savings.
On Saturday, before we had even noticed it was missing, a librarian called to say
that they had found Miss.T's rucksack and purse,
not one krona was missing.
Pike, purse and bike, life can't get much better than this.
5 comments:
Everything returned? Nothing missing? Better than when it was nicked? Bloody hell. It's the twilight zone. I'm pleased for you if a tad bemused.
I can't remember when I had warmer cockles, Nea!
You are truly blessed. I expect you deserve it.
I like the byke. With love from Mike.
Hi 4 Dinners, you're right, it IS the twilight zone. Hope you're getting loads of rest. The half-hearted man in the picture still sleeps half the day and his was nearly 7 years ago.
Don't tell anyone, but he also tills smokes. He has switched to a pipe, which means he doesn't smoke as much, but it does keep him cool, calm and collected.
Glad to have been of some help Jake;)
Thank you Pat!
Mike, I like the biker.
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