Some bastard has stolen my bike

The big excitement, if you can all it that, this weekend was coming home last night to find some bastard had stolen my bike.  I'd left my bike lights in the front basket, so they've gone too.  *deep sigh*  This means that I've had to get my other bike in from the back garden (a BMX) and fix it, otherwise it will mean walking to work and back every night this week, which adds another 30 minutes on to my travel time.  So at least I'm not left without transport--  I'll just have to suffer the indignity and mild discomfort of riding a BMX everywhere for a week.  Oh well. I never really liked my bike anyway because, no matter how much I adjusted it, the seat never seemed to be at a comfortable height, but I would rather have taken my time to get a new one.  And I spent £30 on a new back wheel  and gear block for it in the summer - it was a quality wheel too.