I just decided enough is enough. I have an awful hypericum calycinum. He was in the garden when I moved in, having survived years of brambles, couch grass and utter neglect (testament to how bombproof he is). I don't know why I kept him. I think I had some mistaken idea that it might be 'nice' to have some continuity from previous versions of the garden.
He's been sitting there ever since, soaking up nutrients, looking ugly, spreading all over the place, and flowering for less than a week each year.
I am amazed I have put up with this ungrateful individual for so long. I could honestly give you no rational reason for doing so. As book knows, all I do is complain about him. He gives me nothing and rewards all my care and attention by sending runners into plants I love much better. Why have I not dug out all his stupid roots before now?
This afternoon is a red letter day, for I am about to make him an ex-plant. And should he turn up again, as hypericums are wont to do, he will be getting a sharp restraining order.