More gifts. My beloved bicycle Bluebird (named after the bluebird of happiness, because that’s what she was to me) was stolen on Wednesday – the bike mentioned in my Star article. She was locked with a heavy U lock, but not in the right place – whoever it was managed to cut the post not the lock, and probably lifted her up over the post and carried her off, still locked. This was at 4.15 p.m. in the middle of Gerrard Street. I was in the Doubletake second hand store buying a pair of $6 jeans; I came out and just stood there, looking in incomprehension at the empty space where my bike should have been.