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There I was lying on my bed spodding, when I heard voices down the side of the house. This struck me as odd, but I was not suitably attired for accosting people outside so did nothing. A few minutes later there were more voices and then a knock at my back door. I shouted `What?' and got the response `it's the police'. I put some clothes on and opened the blind to see that it was a policeman and opened the door. I was then asked whether it was my bike down the side of the house. I looked puzzled and thought `it shouldn't be'. But went outside (in my stocking feet) and round to the back to look at where my bikes should be and neither were there. I then went down the side of the house and mum's bike was there. This was a relief as this is the one I'm actually using. I went and got my sandals on and moved it back to the back of the house, but then decided that this was foolish and I'd move it to under the stairs. I hung around outside. I was shown one bike with suspension which wasn't mine. But about quarter of an hour later they brought out a bike from the back garden a couple of doors down and it was my tatty old bike (with its decent lights), so I parked that inside too. Police had arrested someone.

There'd been two calls about an hour apart about burglaries in the street but different descriptions. I think both were arrested. Two police vans in the street.