My GPS and me...

I took three driving lessons in Ottawa a couple of weeks ago to prepare me for driving a manual transmission car on an unusual side of the road in France. The lessons paid off ("At no time did I fear for my life" were the parting words of my instructor...) as I've hired a car here in Nova Scotia and am loving it. I'm also loving confusing my GPS (which turns out to be all it's good for here). The Australian chap whose voice I started out with gets a bit annoyed at times but is generally better natured than the British woman I tried for a bit- she was taking it far too seriously. The Aussie bloke has attempted a bit of payback for me not taking turns he's suggesting by trying to run me into a quarry and across fields, and the car beeped at me in a baldly rude fashion when I tried to stop it from being alarmed that I was opening the boot...but all in all we're keeping each other amused.