whycycle my bicycle.....12

Cycling to work...it's something that lightens my mood, enhances my day and gives me pretty much the only form of (blogable) exercise I seem to be able to find the time for.
So - imagine my heartache this morning when, upon arriving at work in the manner to which I'd become accustomed over the past two years, I discover the "flaps are closed" and my "entry refused"! I couldn't believe it!
Thankfully I'd left home in good time, so such a fuckup wasn't necessarily going to result in me being scalded (yet again) by my timekeeper extraordinaire boss.
But the crux is that instead of leaving my beloved horse tucked away nice and safe in the stables below our offices, I have to chain him up to a bar in what can only be described as a cycle graveyard in the carpark of the building around the corner!!

I've just been out and checked the sitch...my bike's still there...but there are three and a half hours of the working day left - and in an hour and a half the little bastards, or school children as they're also called, will be out and roaming the streets - looking for bikes to steal, old ladies to stab and concrete to eat...jesus...I might need to get a babysitter...