Every spring Nigel removes the flowers of about 3,000 Agapanthus - because we both hate the ugly arse look of them. He does this in many, many shifts accompanied by foul language, ill temper and after a few days - a bad back and an almost permanent squint. Each trip up the drive is beset with concern, his beady eyes combing the denuded Aga bushes for any bold flowers with the nerve to show their disagreeable faces. This year he's taking a well earned rest and we've paid some other poor bastard to do it.
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