WE wuz robbed today: Mrs. Fresh Air Inspector's fancy-pants bicycle, which was chained to the central courtyard railings outside our front door with no less than two utterly ineffectual (yet monstrously expensive) chains. For good measure, the thief cut the brake cable and stole the saddle to my bicycle too, a sort of two-wheeled version of shooting out your potential pursuers' tyres in order to effect a clean getaway. I'm a bit miffed that my bike was considered unworthy of larcenous attention. It's red, for goodness sake!
The Rendőrség materialised within 20 minutes of the deed, dragging behind them a sheepish looking yoof in handcuffs. They were courtesy and efficiency itself, and I am due to pick up the errant object from the VII district police station later on, once CSI have been round to comb for fibres and bodily fluids and make fatalistic sucking noises through their teeth.
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