“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.
From Bournemouth, it was always a long diversion, but it meant that we the dogs could stay with us during the crossing. However, our relationship with Eurotunnel Le Shuttle ended abruptly with a 4,500% price hike. Continue reading “The Fur-Friendly Ferry to France”→