The 'house' wisteria was a housewarming gift from my Aunt and Uncle, bought at the same time as one for themselves which never, literally, got off the ground.
The other is the pergola one, the thug. It grows as if in front of your very eyes.
Triffid-like, without the clattering, it throws tentacles far and wide and in high summer has its beady eye on next door's ornamental cherry, which, if unchecked, is embraced in a warm hug in a vice like grip.
All very embarrassing.
How exciting to revisit the 'doer-upper'!
Could this be the one? Do keep us posted.
My DM could never get the hang of 'doing up'. The first time she startled us by announcing that next door had just been done over. And thus, despite shrieking the correction umpteen times, it remained in the annals of family-speak.
How are you doing, NN? And Mr.NN's new job?