Accident reported ahead. One is somewhat concerned, so let's slow down a little.
And then?
At the roundabout.
Continue straight.
Exit left.
Exit right.
Hazard reported ahead.
Heavy traffic reported ahead. Oh gosh, I think we might be quicker on one of my horses.
I must say, of all the chauffeurs I've had, you are my absolute favorite.
In .1 miles.
In 1.5 kilometers.
In 1/4 of a mile.
In 200 meters.
In 400 meters.
In 800 meters.
In half a mile.
In one kilometer.
In one mile.
Keep right.
Left.
Let us depart please, Driver. Total piff and we go.
Let us drive. Want to know my favorite band? Have a guess? Go on.
Make AU turn.
Off we go. Driver. Chop chop chippy, chibi.
Off we jolly well go. And don't forget to signal. I actually use my handbag to signal to my staff. That's a secret though. Don't tell anyone by order of the Queen.
Police reported ahead.
Red light camera reported ahead.
Speed trap reported ahead.
Start driving, please.
Start driving, please.
Take the 4th exit.
Take the 5th exit.
Take the 6th exit.
Take the 7th exit.
Take the first exit.
Take the second exit.
Take the third exit.
The Queen is ready to depart by. Do hope you've been to the loo.
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Turn lef。
Turn right.
We've reached our destination. Jolly good show.
Well, I must say, it's jolly nice to be out for a drive beat sitting on a throne all day.
