I always have that in my head when I see the postal bike novices exiting HART
en masse, on Mona Vale Rd.
Dave's on the money IMO; had I advance notice I may well have worded up both my streetfront neighbours, locked the cat inside and taken my PTSD-affected, dementia-addled father (mental age approx. six-seven) out for the evening. (He's a full-time job without needing to be stirred up.)