suffering

I didn't notice these new racks until a few days ago, but thought I might avoid using them and just go round the back by the fencèd tree as usual if they were going to suffer the perpetual problem of bike-racks-near-Sainsburia and attract clouds of smoke-wafting chuffers. They were clear to use today, but the wall-mounted ashtray thing is still there.

A long day, starting with remote chalkings, lunchtime flyering, a mid-afternoon pop to an appointment, postering on the way home and a bit more chalk and poster before the day's final shop.