Danielle had her bike stolen on Saturday from outside the Mount while she was at the committee. We were both fed up about it, the cable lock had been cut clean and the bike was persumed lost for ever. Imagine our surprise when the Police rang us yesterday saying they had found it. Someone at a supermarket had heard some boys bragging about the bikes they had stolen. So he followed them in his car, confronted them and they ran away, leaving two bikes in the road. He then took the bikes to the Police station in Fulford. Now that's what I call active citizenship! I took him a jar of Danielle's home-made marmalade [this was a reward not a punishment by the way], he was not in but his son was, and he told me the story.
Harewood Hall [pronounced Harwood] last night was great. We drove up the drive to park right in front of the house, then ate in the actual dining room in the house. All the JRF trustees and directors [past and present] were there, and it was good to catch up with them. Really good meal.
I'm off this evening to catch up with Andy, an old friend from University at Liverpool, who I have not seen for 8 years. He lives in Salisbury but is up in York for work. We are going for an Indian, it'll be just like old times.
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