I took a day's holiday from work today to recharge my batteries (i.e. stay in bed). I've been in a permanent state of tiredness ever since I'd got back from Scotland, and being so busy since then hasn't really helped me get over it physically. The fact that I haven't touched my bike, been to the gym or done any deliberate form of fitness exercise since the 10K at the end of November is also a significant contributory factor to my fatigue.

So this morning I was woken up just before 11am by a young gentlemen breaking into our garage to steal my bike. By the time I'd realised what was happening and got to the front window, all I saw was the guy cycling across the field with my bike over his shoulder. Fair play to the Police - they were on my doorstep about 15 minutes after the call to 999 and had scouted out the local area before coming to see me.

After an incident at work a few months ago, where a colleague's bike was stolen from a locked compound, I got my bike insured. It's still a pain in the arse though, and the garage door is goosed. I've not been able to get hold of the landlord yet to get him to fix it, but as the cops haven't called me back with a crime reference number or sent their forensics person around yet, I guess there's not much that can be done yet anyway.

At least I don't have to worry about getting a new inner tube for the flat back tyre anymore.