We used to live in a cul-de-sac which was off another cul-de-sac, so that the house numbering made no sense to anybody. On a Monday morning my husband was often catching an early flight to Sydney. I can't tell you how many times he missed that flight, so that, eventually, hail, rain, or shine, he stood in the main road to catch his cab. You would have thought somebody at the base would have worked things out!