Reminds me of something similar that happened to a neighbour of mine and her child.
I was at their house, in Third Avenue, W10, quite a few years ago, and her son came running in from the garden, distressed and crying. His bike had gone. It was an enclosed garden, and obviously, it had been stolen.
His mum tried to calm him down, as nothing could be done, about his relatively new bike. So after some food, a cold drink, and some hugs, he went out into the garden again, to "play", in the most melancholy and forlorn of fashions.
As we sat chatting in the kitchen, he zoomed back in, almost too excited to speak! He'd just seen his bike, and it was next door! So his mum took him by the hand, and went next door. The very large Jamaican lady that answered was extremely angry to have been accused (politely) of having a stolen bike in her possession. She called her son, and asked him how did he get a bike, that until that day, he had never owned. The bike was handed over to the immense joy of my friend's child. Within a minute though we could hear an absolutely scream coming from the neighbour's house.....accompanied by the mother's shouting "I didn't raise you to hembarrass me hinna Hingland"!
My friend and her son, happened to be Jamaicans also, and knew the "score" - if you're a child, and you steal and get caught, you can expect a beating to remember. It made me remember my own beatings as a child. Oh, those were the days. ;)
That anecdote aside, I hope you get your bikes back, and no longer assume that your garden is at all a safe place for unsecured bikes.
Reminds me of something similar that happened to a neighbour of mine and her child.
I was at their house, in Third Avenue, W10, quite a few years ago, and her son came running in from the garden, distressed and crying. His bike had gone. It was an enclosed garden, and obviously, it had been stolen.
His mum tried to calm him down, as nothing could be done, about his relatively new bike. So after some food, a cold drink, and some hugs, he went out into the garden again, to "play", in the most melancholy and forlorn of fashions.
As we sat chatting in the kitchen, he zoomed back in, almost too excited to speak! He'd just seen his bike, and it was next door! So his mum took him by the hand, and went next door. The very large Jamaican lady that answered was extremely angry to have been accused (politely) of having a stolen bike in her possession. She called her son, and asked him how did he get a bike, that until that day, he had never owned. The bike was handed over to the immense joy of my friend's child. Within a minute though we could hear an absolutely scream coming from the neighbour's house.....accompanied by the mother's shouting "I didn't raise you to hembarrass me hinna Hingland"!
My friend and her son, happened to be Jamaicans also, and knew the "score" - if you're a child, and you steal and get caught, you can expect a beating to remember. It made me remember my own beatings as a child. Oh, those were the days. ;)
That anecdote aside, I hope you get your bikes back, and no longer assume that your garden is at all a safe place for unsecured bikes.