Eye level techno surgery.
Last night I removed all the clutter from the roof of Festina to wash her down in readiness for t-cut and polish , this included the sausage bi-cycle which I padlocked to a nearby post. When we went out today the bike was gone new padlock as well but it turned out the marina groundsman (who apologised profusely) had moved it still padlocked to a holding area as cycles aren't allowed to be scattered around the marina, it is now back on the roof. Won't be doing much polishing today, amazing what a drink at lunch time does for you.
Sue said if I misbehave she is going to leave me here