Dear thief

To the thief who stole my daughter’s little pink bike this afternoon while we were home, Merry Christmas. Did you steal it for your own daughter or just to flog off for your P money? I’m sure just the right amount of karma will be coming your way. You must have been quick, we’d only got back from our first school visit and parked it up for an hour or so in the garden before we came back down the steps to get it. You must have been quiet when you unbolted the gate and ripped the streamers out of the handlebars. Hohoho, Merry Christmas.