In a reckless and unguarded moment yesterday, I went to Comet and secured myself a GPS (the latest Tomtom, if you must know, with the 5" screen; well, my vision does suck terribly these days, since my left sided cataract developed)
I'm not one of those technology nerds, so I did feel a bit intimidated to begin with, especially with my wife, who is much better at these things than I am, being away at the moment. But I have been able to choose a language, type of voice and my home address. Slightly worryingly, it seems to find it hard to locate any satellites: a message came up: "are you inside a house at present?" Of course I fucking am. Where do you expect me to be? Oh yes, in a car, stupid.
I'm off to London tomorrow, so I shall take it with me to run it through its paces, though just in case I'm also going to take my atlas and London A to Z. You can't be too careful...
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