Lost ... and moved!

I walked up to church this afternoon to attend the service of thanksgiving for our friend who died recently, who was one of the other two ladies along with me who make cards to sell in the Atrium in aid of charity. I arrived in very good time but the church was already full and lots more people were still arriving. It was a beautiful and moving service, paying tribute to our friend’s firm faith and outlining all the charities with which she had been involved. Some years ago she was responsible for organising various major charitable events, some for the Prince’s Trust, and around 50 for the then Princess Diana. A single woman with no children, she devoted herself to helping countless disadvantaged children around the world, in countries including Brazil, Africa and Poland and, as such, left a wonderful legacy of love and service to them all.

On a lighter note, as I neared church I spied yet another lost item – this time it’s a toy emu (I think). On the opposite side of the road, would you believe, the Lime bike I reported yesterday as being abandoned in the copse had duly been collected … and left standing against the copse’s retaining wall a few feet away from where it had been thrown! 

I’m not familiar with all the locations where Lime bikes are available around London (for that I’d need to download their app) but their website gives strict instructions on how they should be parked if they are not in a designated parking bay. (They seem to think it’s perfectly acceptable to leave a bike standing on the edge of the pavement by the kerb, for example.) 

However, by the time I came home from church the bike had already been moved from one spot on the pavement to another some yards further along, so they clearly create an irresistible urge in bright sparks to move them around at will, regardless of safety. For people with limited peripheral eyesight, like Smithers, that creates an unnecessary and unacceptable hazard.