So there I was on a grey, dreich, drear, damp, Christ-is-it-only Tuesday evening, holding my breath in the Vauxhall underpass, trying to fit my lights to my bike for the first time since April.
Only to discover that some humourist has carefully removed both of the little light brackets – front and rear – at some time during the long, hot, lovely summer.
Bastards. Where am I supposed to buy just the brackets? I hate this time of the year.