Chapter 10
“Didn’t I tell you that men were better navigators?” Jake said as they drove up the entry ramp onto the M1 motorway. “I bet we’d have still been driving round the streets of central London if that f*****g b***h woman had been directing us.”
Barry, sitting in the front passenger’s seat nodded indulgently. “Yes, dear.”
Barry had discovered that the GPS app on his smart phone had the maps for UK roads on it. And best of all as far as Jake was concerned, the turn by turn guidance was voiced by a man.
The fact it was mid-morning rather than early evening, and they were heading out of London and not into it didn’t, of course, have anything to do with how much faster they’d traveled than when making the journey in reverse three days earlier. Also, the GPS app probably relied upon d
