Trike stolen again

Rob and I were woken by noise in the street sometime after 2 am; Rob looked out, and the trike was gone. He phoned the police immediately to report it, and I've just called them back with the serial number (he wasn't hunting that up at 2 am!), and I expect we'll get it back again shortly, because it's too distinctive to sell and anyway if they couldn't get the lock off last time why should they be able to this time? but it's bloody annoying.

Warning: domestic whinge: the original storage arrangement was that Rob would bring it up to lock behind our hedge at night, which I am not strong enough to do without hurting myself. But Rob doesn't do this; he locks his own bike there instead. Clearly I need to change things so that I can get the trike locked to our fixed point myself without hurting myself; I don't know how. All my suggestions have been either shot down, or agreed to and then ignored.

Inlaws

They came, Linnea was ecstatic that her Grandad came to see her (he hasn't come to this house since long before her birthday), we all had a good dinner, they left. There were no nasty racist remarks, only a few patently untrue "facts" stated, and very little performing-seal-itis.

Things are definitely improving, dramatically.