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After seeing how paper-thin the tyres on Edgar's bike are I'm surprised it took almost a year for his first puncture to occur, especially when most of his commute is on off-road paths. Rather than a bit of the glass we removed from the path last weekend it was a thorn, possibly from elsewhere on the route to or from the allotment. He seemed to be mostly paying attention to the fixing-process, though it had to be interrupted for bedtime (and the gluing was more sensibly snuck in whilst Amos was out of the way). The replacement and re-inflation shall be instilled tomorrow morning, hopefully without Amos stealing another tyre lever.