I wish! We got fields all around us, and its knowing which one Master Bilbo is in thats the problem. I was traipsing through most of em last Saturday night with a torch in one hand and some of his favourite beef in the other. It got to about 3am and I'd started to hallucinate, sure I saw him moonwalking across the lane in front of me, so I went back to the house and sat with a brew outside awaiting his arrival. 4am came, Bilbo appeared, trotting in with a cursory 'Alright Dad?' before going inside, straight upstairs, and dropping asleep on the bed, on my pillow.