TomTom Club

Eeks December has been a busy month. Anyway, enough of that as it's all work and rather dull..

2007 rounded-out just as it does every year with frantic car-filling and hours and hours on the nation's motorway system tracking from one family gathering to another and back again.

This year though Santa, my erstwhile navigator on such journeys, decided to resign her duties and instead buy me a TomTom satellite navigator.

Woo ho. It's love at first instruction. Straight outta the box, the little beautie works a treat. OK, it did tell me a few wrong 'uns in North London, but soon corrected itself. The real test was its effortless negotiation of the hell that is Milton Keynes' system of roundabouts. All done with aplomb. No shouting or swearing from me and plain sailing, so to speak, all the way there and home again.

OK, it is a little bossy, but firmness is what's required.

Strangely my ex-navigator began to show signs of jealously of the disembodied female 'BBC English' voice of direction -- and with map in hand began proposing alternative routes home. How very old meedja if a little quaint.

No chance, love. You had your chance and now I trust the brilliant little device to get us calmly and accurately from A to B and indeed, anywhere else through a figurative alphabet of destinations.