This is like a military operation. Lists and more lists, ticked off boxes, Evernotes, piles of stuff and much discussion about what should go and what should stay but we’re nearly there. Holly’s cupboards are full, her fridge is cold, bikes on the back and diesel and gas full up. A health check at the garage pronounced her in tip top condition.

We’ve clipped the dogs leaving Boo the poodle with ridiculous skinny legs.

And Poppy whose only concern is whether I might give her a treat for sitting still for a nano second.