I had lunch today with a friend who works in the Scottish Parliament (this is just the coffee lounge). When I left, my bike was no longer chained to the ugly steel fence where I had left it (not having managed to find anywhere else to chain it).

The lock had been cut by the police who had removed it - apparently it was architecture that I had chained it to.

The meringe pie drowned under 2litres of thick glistening custard made it all worthwhile however.

Thank you Claire!!