Woke up this morning to find my new bike had been stolen. It ain't the first time, of course - these things are par for the course when you live in London (or virtually anywhere else for that matter) - but it doesn't make it any easier. There's an awful feeling of emptiness when you see the space where your bike used to be, and that hasn't changed since the first theft I suffered over 10 years ago.
The galling thing about it is that it happened inside my (communal) hallway and even more galling is that it is the THIRD time I have been hit there (the sixth time in total) Not naturally prone to paranoia (well, mostly, but certainly not in a Daily Mail fear of rife criminality sort of way) I have begun to worry about my house. The main door is kept closed, with a good closer mechanism. There have been no signs of forced entry, and there are only a few ways someone could enter:
- They are let in
- They have a key
- They wait for someone to leave, hold the door and walk in
- They have some means of opening the door without a key
Secondly, I posted a question to MetaTalk as my first foray into the scary world of Metafilter. Needless to say, I omitted to do a few basic things (like searching tags) and was - more or less kindly - hung out to dry for it. I felt really PUBLICLY foolish.
We live and learn. We live and learn.