Last night me and Mom were at home watching TV when the phone rang. It being half past midnight I said that it was probably my Brother as no one else would call so late.

I was right: he was calling to say he’d crashed his car and could we go and pick him up.

So about 45 minutes later we get there and my Brother is standing by his car. As we pull up and the headlights shine on him it’s instantly apparent that he’s broken a side light, crushed the wheel arch, broken the steering and punctured a tyre. My Brother is looking clearly shaken and a small tree is lying near by that has clearly been uprooted by his car.

First thing Mom says when we get out of the car is, “You’ve lost a hub cap at the front”.