Everybody needs good neighbours

I was thinking I should do some gardening but not sure where to start, when a neighbour came round to say our ivy was growing over his wall. Could I maybe do something about it?  

A bit annoying, but it made my gardening decision for me.

It was like removing a thick rug that had been glued to the wall. And it pretty much filled a rubble sack.

“Was that the miserable git who moaned about the gate banging?” asked Mo. I couldn’t be sure, but it didn’t seem entirely unlikely.