The Queen of Sweden has been afflicted by an attack of rose sawfly. I had thought that the little caterpillars munching away at her leaves would explode into clouds of butterflies and that I was creating a haven for wildlife so nobly averted my eyes from the denuded stems but, alas, an idle moment alone with Professor Google and I discovered the error of my ways. In despair I phoned up the David Austin Roses helpline and had a heart to heart with a comforting lady whom I assume was sitting in an old chair in a potting shed surrounded by rose catalogues and rooting hormone powder. There was nothing for it, she advised, but a good old spray of Rose Clear Ultra to get rid of the little blighters. I thanked this helpful lady and went outside to look at my Queen of Sweden who is blooming away despite her travails. Noblesse oblige I suppose.