Tears before bedtime

Well , at least that is what imagine there was when this kiddie lost his bike to the refuse site that is the Thames.

Although it is possible though not conceivable that this was actually washed up from foreign shores like Essex ;). The chain is rather rusty .

Definitely a lot colder and may have to wear my miser nits on any other early morning jaunts :)

Even the pigeons were taking shelter from the cool breeze by hunkering down and "winding their necks in" although they did seem to be gathering around the bike :O

Off to get warm and toastie with a decaff cawfee and a bacon sarnie :)

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Toodle pip!