I am sure many female Greypathers will understand exactly where I am coming from with this blog.


For many years the words I have hated to hear when we were going away in the car on holiday or even a day trip were:  "Well, here is the map, you are the navigator."

The night before "he who must be obeyed" (he thinks!!!) goes through the road map directory and methodically marks up with little yellow "stickies" what page follows on from the other and then on the morning of departure I am handed the dreaded directory with all the "stickies" poking out along the top.

So off we go....well within 30 minutes or so the fights begin.   We find that he has gone into the wrong lane, we are boxed in, yet we have to turn left (I tell him this)  but we cannot so we sail right through the lights and then all the planning with the stickies has gone out the window because he now has no idea where he was and when I make a suggestion all hell breaks loose!    He reads the map one way I read it another!  In the end I just throw the darned directory on the back street and usually yell a few expletives and say "that is the last time I am going to navigate."!!

By some stroke of fate he  usually find his way to where we had planned on going, but the stress and arguing has taken its toll and it takes about an hour or so for the ice to thaw between us.

Sooooo.....a few weeks ago...having had enough of all this, I  insisted we purchase a Tom Tom XL.   After finally working out how it worked we went on our first trip to the local shopping centre...was a breeze!   Decided to go on another short trip....yet another breeze!

On Tuesday we decided to go to a vegetable outlet but "he who must be obeyed" decided he would try and fool the Tom Tom.   Yes we must bring some excitement into the journey now that I am no longer navigating!

Instead of going straight down the highway, turn right and go 2 kilometres and arrive at our destination...he decided to turn right at a set of lights before we reached the highway.  Well, poor Tom Tom was on the verge of a nervous breakdown...trying to get hubby to turn right at the first roundabout and come back to the lights and turn right and go up to the highway. I kept my mouth shut when hubby said "that information he just said was wrong...where are we...?"  No way was I going to respond..my lips were sealed.    No, hubby was not going to be told what to do by Tom Tom, so he breezed through another 3 further roundabouts , with Tom Tom telling him to take the third exit etc and go back but no, this was not going to happen  and hubby plowed on through the last roundabout and turned left.

Poor old Tom Tom eventually  realised where we were , did a re-adjustment and finally we were back on track with Tom Tom calling out the correct  instructions. 

With a smug look on his face hubby looked at me and said "well that worked out Ok didn't it?"