"Three little bikes from school....

....are we, standing on the concrete;:He! He! He!”
Well, you asked to see them again, and here they are. The bikes that nobody wants to ride. It was unfathomly sunny again. George Formby would have been grinning from ear to ear. I nearly submitted my novel today, but backed out due to a formatting issue. You have to get these things right, otherwise, it’s “off with his head.”