I got ‘chatted up’ about my bike earlier – A youngish bloke, interested in how much my trailer was worth, how it hitched up, asking if it’s a good bike, looking at my lock and stuff..
I’ve got little reason to doubt he was just an inquisitive sort of matey who was admiring my set-up although I had always thought my bike was pretty uninteresting and have strived to make it so..
Anyhow, I went away from the exchange feeling pretty good about it, until this evening when I’ve had an attack of paranoia, and so when a van parked up in the lane just now, engine running with the back door open and I could hear hushed voices discussing something, I took the opportunity to stand by the window for a crafty smoke to watch what was unfolding..
Five minutes or so passed and I was just considering opening the window a bit further and leaning out so I could get a clear view of where the bike is locked up, when two smart fellas in sombre pea coats emerge from around the corner carrying the unmistakeable burden of a bagged corpse on a stretcher, which they loaded respectfully into the back of the van before quietly making their departure..
Such is the way of things when you live next to a care home for the elderly!
