It’s a Saturday afternoon party, the sun is beaming on us, and the grass lush and green, everything in my friends garden looks well-cared for.

Someone taps me on the shoulder and passes me a vermilion red cup. I take a swig of the sloshing liquid, the sour lemon taste tingles my tongue, but it’s cold and traditional. I close my eyes, then suddenly – – – CRASH!

I flutter my eyes open and gape at the sight of a car which has gone through a house across the road! Everyone bolts over, I sit, relax and continue to sip my fresh lemonade.