A pleasant evening at the quiz. But when I came to leave my bike was gone from where I'd chained it to the sheffield stands outside the next-door shop. Still Mike lent me his phone to call the police, so it's reported and they'll call me back tomorrow, and I can even give them the frame number, since I still have all the paperwork from when it was bought.
And in a small silver lining I'd not have seen a shooting star if I hadn't been walking home.
Still, bit of an arse really. Just as well I have a spare. Though I now feel like I really ought to pay Richard back for having bought me my new bike when the spare was stolen in the first place.