But the real objects of my dislike are the mopheads. Great big pastel pom-poms - like a row of geriatric cheerleaders. When we moved into this house, there were two in large tubs in the front garden. When the revolution came, they were first against the wall (or to be more accurate, into the skip). An irrational dislike, I know, but one I'm not working very hard to overcome.
The reason for the title? Chez Mouffetard, these abominations are known as "old lady's pants" as they come in the sort of colours one might imagine elderly ladies 'apple gatherer' undies to be.
A "fine" display at Arley Gardens