To add a little spice to life – if in a ‘slightly in peril of becoming a cat woman’ kind of way – I switched my iPad’s Siri to a male French voice.
He’s quite lovely, it makes things far less irritating when I accidentally conjure him up with a too-long key press, which happens regularly.
Je n’ai pas bien compris ce que vouz avez dit, Sandie, he’ll say.
Don’t worry, Siri. You’re not alone.
sandie zand 
Geeze, here I am poking my finger at that blackness trying to make it speak. I shall find myself a quiet corner now.