New Police initiatives recently published have announced that motorists run the risk of having their cars crushed - by that I mean completely mashed up - if they are discovered being driven without valid insurance.

I think that this type of police statement is meant as a terrifying deterrent, it evokes nasty imagery which is even more painful to consider than a fine, imagine having your lovely car crushed up….I shudder to think of my car being fed into the crusher like that..I, of course, am insured.

The price of car insurance in general and indeed Over 50s Car Insurance should make it not economically viable to dodge the matter of car insurance, it is cheap, necessary and reassuring.

Indeed there are strong ethical and moral implications to consider also as driving without insurance could lead to ruining other peoples’ lives.

My garden has long been rather overgrown, there are voraciously rampant brambles which creep, like invading armies over any unclaimed ground, extending their tendrils over discarded itmes as if, even, to saprophytically suck the goodness from them.

Disconcerted, rather, by this, I stormed in one balmy spring morning with a hefty machete and cut back the offending vegetation. True I will have depleted our winter blackberry supply, but it revealed at least a further 10 square meters of garden.

What to do with it though? I considered a new wendy house as I have long wanted to get a good one for the kids

and for me to use in the evenings, sitting in there, with laptop stealing a neighbours internet connection with a scotch and a cigar sounds nice

But this would not do, I wanted a touch of class in that corner, a touch of the old world, I have seen some wonderful garden antiques of late in a friends warehouse, all manner of solid stone urns and pedestals; beautifully weathered and lichen covered stuatues in terracotta, marble and bronze.

I want either a birdbath or other similair architectural feature in the garden………I must have it.

I should mention Dans Website : garden antiques.

The kids, as they do, had been doing my head in on long journeys. In my youth I sat patiently for hours upon end, taking in the scenery and chatting with my parents. This generation is lost without electrical input, it appears; they are like irritating gadgets, always needing a charge, and I can’t be arsed, it is true, to talk for the entire journey (maybe it is evidence of the change in my generation as much as theirs). So I gave in, I bought a portable DVD player, and now have to listen to the soundtrack of Shrek 3 for the whole trip….