I went and collected the bikes from Bike & Pack. Everything was in order and the bikes were all suitably pink. Imogen's has a really funky gear change mechanism with separate levers to change up and down. It really looks the business, and although it's pink and too small, I'm rather jealous especially as Di has acquired a bike from the fish woman who works in New World. She live on our road and apparently leapt out on Di yesterday and thrust the bike at her. The tyres were flat, but nothing some air couldn't resolve. It's nothing flash, but as it's free Di brought it home. This just leaves me and Rhiannon without bikes.
We were both invited to a "quiet" evening of pre-Christmas drinks. As we were a bit short on baby sitters, I dropped Di and Vicky over at Papamoa and went back home and watched telly. About 10PM, Di rang me to nag me to come along "for the last hour". As Sam was now I residence I wandered over and we ended up leaving at gone 2 AM. I poured Di and Vicky into the car and deposited them back in their respective homes. Naturally I'd stayed completely dry, but there was no sign of any coppers anywhere.
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