The trike has been stolen

It's a lovely red one, lots of hi-vis stickers, so if anyone spots it anywhere in England, please call Crimestoppers on 0800 555111 to report it. Without it we're in trouble, because I can't walk very far these days.

We've reported it to the police and are trying to let local friends know, but this was probably a stolen-to-order deal; the trike was taken locks and all, quietly; normally I'd wake if someone was fiddling with it, which people do in passing because it's interesting. It's parked just outside our bedroom window. It's my guess that a couple of men loaded it into a van, and dealt with the locks later.

Bastards.

And another thing!

So the trike was pinched. And I printed, signed, and posted seven copies of the formal complaint to the hospital about the events surrounding Linnea's birth. Two were sent recorded delivery, to the complaints dept and the chief exec; three were sent first class post, to the ob who deals with the birth trauma clinic, the head of midwifery, and the PALS, and two were hand-delivered, to my GP and my Health Visitor.

Then I ate two huge chocolate muffins with dairy in them and was subsequently unwell but I *needed* the comfort food and I wanted to go to my favourite cafe.

So now we wait. If I don't hear from them within 21 days I go to a solicitor - that's 11 April, allowing for post delivery time.

I've also hired the venue for Linnea's birthday party; a little hall down the road where we can have an at-home style party with a little more space and no cat-allergy issues.