But who will tend my garden?

Bedecked in his summer hat & local team shirt (a size or two too big) Miniman took it upon himself to water the plants around the house this afternoon. He is concerned that some of the flowers are not looking their best and is determined that the way to rectify this problem lies with emptying the water butt, one froggy watering can at a time, over the pots until they overflow.
He may be right.
In the meantime I am now in possession of the keys to the house in Spain, have almost packed (though will no doubt unpack & repack several times more) and am now making final lists. I have a list of gadgets & chargers. A list of doggie ecoutements that need to be taken with Booboo to her holiday home with her. A list of what, where and in what order certain things have to be done for my house-sitter and a list of documents that are needed for our journey.

I'm disappointed I can't take him to see the open top bus parade around Leicester City by the team tomorrow afternoon but I doubt we'd get to the airport on time. I'm sure the boys will be devastated by our absence but I'm afraid they'll have to do without us.