*her mouth forming a round 'O' of surprise* Why didn't I think of that? Of course you should! It's brilliant. He can weasel his way around me sometimes, but he can't get past you. *becoming more animated as the idea takes shape* Oh, but call me first. Or I'll call you. You'll want to know what kind of storm you're walking into, when to come up, that kind of thing. Or I'll text, maybe. I'll have to let Tanya know...