When we went to France one year, Stephen had stayed at home on his own, and my dad told him to cut the grass every week to keep it looking good till he got home. Stephen let it grow for four weeks, then the day before we were due home he went out and cut the foot long grass in the rain and managed to destroy the garden within 20mins. It looked like it was ploughed, puddles of mud, patches all over he had missed. We now have the garden grass free for a certain someone for when we go away again. HAHAHAHA only you could do that brother .