Slight drift...
A young lad knocked on my door many years ago while I was living in a rented property and asked if he could buy the old bike that was in my back garden, but as this was my chosen form of transport on just one night each week when I would have a few beers with friends, I declined his kind offer, and the bike subsequently vanished two days later.
Last edited by: Clk Sec on Sun 11 Sep 11 at 13:06
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