Numerical order.  It's been a known concept for 1 or 2 years, right?  I drove the 3 kids to a putt putt golf place today.  It's in Dural.  Not too far, maybe 25 minutes, should be able to handle it.  787 Old Northern Road.  Ok, I can find this place.
First, I went to the wrong golf spot.  I found a driving range, not the putt putt.  A quick call to Ted and he looks up the info online, no problem.  I find the right road and start driving on it.  35 minutes in but hey, we're getting there.  Looking at street addresses 347, 410  582....wait...we're at a roundabout and get diverted onto another road.  Ok, the street sign says we're sill on Old Northern but I can't find any numbers.  Drive about 1/4 of a mile and I see it...842.  We skipped all the damn way to the 800's.  Cursing, I turn around and head back.  Tessi starts craying, "Turn around Mommy, turn around!"  Check the numbers and once again, we're back inthe 500's. 
Ok, I admit defeat and call the putt putt place.  "Oh No", I hear a loving Celtic voice croon.  "Turn around, and go back a wee bit"  So back I turn, this time Connor begging me to turn around.  Teddy decides to help the situation by starting a spitting competition with Tessi.  This actually works for a few seconds until Tessi gets mad about being spit upon and starts to cry.  I start to speed up in hopes that a policeman will pull me over and shoot me.
Start noticing the street signs.  842 again...851, 874, 610....610...what the Hell?  636, 646, 679, 700 and then finally 787 - the putt putt place.  We have made it.  50 minutes in the car, Tessi is in tears but everyone is breathing...I'm calling this a win.
Have no idea what the Hell happened to the numbering system on this street.  I'm afraid to ask anyone because I know I'll get the Crazy Yank look.  I'm sure my Aussie friends will have a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why the numberline looked a crochet hook but no matter, we survived and no lives were lost.  It's all good.  Teddy won the mini golf game by the way.  He's a master cheater....that I really, really am not good with a golf club....really not good.