Wish you guys had been here when they cut down the tree opposite. When the developers bought the meadow to put up a housing estate, they were made to protect the tree, which was the one thing we were bothered about - ie. the view out the front. They had to chop the land back, but bought a whole lot of old railway sleepers to encase the tree in a sort of outsized planter. The idiots who bought the house opposite then proceeded to plant a load of annuals under the tree - geraniums and the like. 'They won't grow there' I told OH, and sure enough, they couldn't compete with the tree. The next year, one morning, I awoke to the sound of buzz saws, and looking out, to my horror, saw them cutting down the tree. We rang the council and said 'Hang on - that tree has a preservation order on it'. The council said that it had had to be preserved while the developers built their estate, but now it belonged to the morons opposite, it was theirs to do what they liked with. Their house now looks like a barren, ugly expanse of brickwork. The trunk of the tree has been turned into 'wood sculpture' by a mediocre chainsaw artist. The stupid annuals now grow in a sea of grey chippings. It was like watching a friend being executed.