I don’t know very much about gardening. I don’t suppose I have green fingers to be fair, but having moved into this new house, I am now the proud owner of a big, green, garden. Over the past few weeks it has grown on me and I sit happily, reading and looking at the apple tree whilst my youngest finds things to smack his head off and perhaps the odd insect or two to eat. And herein lies the problem. Im getting older and enjoying this alot more than I used too. Ive even gone as far as getting a book from the library about the subject of composting! And now I have designs on “planting” things, which is equally distressing. Ask the wife and she will tell you of the long hours I used to spend stripping and swearing at the motorcycles I kept and if its not broken, you can guarantee I’d break it. And thats what I have done of late. Remember I mentioned that I got a new bike to wang up the country lanes? Well, last saturday I decided to throw it into bushes at 60 mph, and I must say I very much enjoyed sliding down the road and bouncing my head off the asphalt. I also ended up in the bushes and now I have a bike sitting in my garage which is going to cost the earth for me to make “cosmetically” perfect, although I will most probably “rat” the beast so it is legal, working, but uglier than a lard bucket full of armpits. However, the point is….I would rather sit in my garden and contemplate my perennials than faff about with the bike. I (and this is very strange) have mused over selling the bike and purchasing a small car for my second mode of transport and perhaps spend anything left on a petrol mower! Help.