I have got this fancy Acer growing in my front garden. Three or four times a year there is a knock on the door from a "Landscape Gardener" offering to prune and tidy my "Dangerous" and "Sick" tree. Now lets get this straight, apart from a bit of trimming every other spring to keep the lower bits from the pedestrians passing by and taking out the odd branch which has reverted to green, my tree is a fit and healthy as it was when it was planted by the previous owners back in 1968 and is beautifully sculptured to boot. These "Landscape Gardeners" simply do not know what they are taking on. (that sentence has 5 words too many) I give them a couple of minutes to talk themselves into a hole and then start. This one got quite pissed off quite quickly and stormed away calling me all sorts of nasty names. I think it was when I called him a "know nothing con artist and not a very good one at that" what tipped the balance. Good it was.