Jump in my car...

Her voice is calm. An educated English accent of indiscernable age. She doesn't talk much, but when she does, I listen intently - she has my undivided attention. Occasionally, I will steal an admiring glance at her slim and attractive features as we drive through the countryside.

In a very short period of time she has become my constant companion. I find myself waiting for her to speak to me......'turn left at the next street - you have now arrived at your destination'.

I think I'm becoming too attached to my new portable satellite navigation system.