An incongruous set of wheels for a pensioner, but my mother insists that this is a decent ride (I think she originally found it at the tip). As my three-speed sit-up-and-beg with basket on the front is virtually useless up Brighton’s hills, I’ll give it a go for when I actually need to get somewhere without walking. But ‘I need the saddle back as it’s better than the one on my new bike’, she says. Gee thanks Mum, it’s a lot of use without a saddle. I also left the parental home with a large cream bathtowel and a set of yellow table mats. I didn’t really want those, either.