“You’re a sweetie. You’re my gorgeous girl. I love you soooo much!” crooned Mark.
“What would you like me to do?” the satnav’s harsh, electronic monotone scythed across the tender moment.
“Shut up. I’m talking to Lani!”
Strangely, that was the last that we heard from the satnav’s unpredictable voice-activation. As a result, we missed several turns, although blame did not fall entirely on the Silence of the Satnav.
“I’ve said before that you’re blind and deaf, but you do make up for it by not being dumb…” Mark crooned to me.
Well, my parents did always say, “You’re never alone with a Jackie!” Continue reading “The Magic of Morvan; Jargeau to Vézelay, Bourgogne, France”