In a rare outburst of gardening, my husband decided to assasinate, I mean prune, the clematis/honeysuckle/ivy mass that languishes un-decorously over the garden fence.
This resulted in a huge mound of vegetation on the patio. As he hadn't separated the ivy none of it could be shredded, so as dusk fell papa turned into a pyromaniac, and the whole lot went up in smoke, flames and sparks.
