We've discovered part of the house from underneath some incredibly healthy Ivy of at least two types (and cleaned the windows, laughing at and evading some rather big eight legged lads who didn't appreciate the change in their living arrangements).
I also trimmed the ivy back like a hedge on the parts we're keeping, cut the ground level buddleia down as we never planted one in the first place and pulled some big old weeds from the path, along with taking the scraggiest bits of the Woodbine down where they're around head level.
We decided that the ivy climbing up round the side of the house - and another random Buddleia at 8 foot up growing from the top of the garden wall - could stay as dealing with them would require a trapeze apparatus dangling over the top of the neighbour's corrugated plastic-roofed garage with DP starring as Frank Spencer.
The living room is now flooded with light - but I can't help thinking as I look across to the bins, HMOs and garages across the road that I actually preferred it when the bottom 1/3 of the windows were green.