Last weekend my husband and I were woken up by what sounded like someone leaving noisily from the flat upstairs. We're on the ground floor and checked out the window and were dismayed to see a couple of blokes leaving with our bikes, which we normally leave in the communal entrance. My husband ran after them shouting "that's my bike" but they disappeared off down the road. The details are a bit vague, but it seems that our neighbour upstairs had a few people back from the pub for an after party, some of whom turned out to be thieving good-for-nothings.<div>Anyway, thought I'd put it out there a) as a cautionary tale about getting overly merry and inviting randoms back to your house b) on the off-chance that anyone has come across a pair of abandoned bikes - they are a very large men's Dave Quinn bike and a woman's old Rayleigh Routier road bike.</div>
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