By Derek Bateman
I nearly jumped out of my skin. Quietly reading alone on the sofa, I was interrupted by a voice at my side. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t catch that.’
Well, you can’t stop from turning to look, can you? It spoke just like Stephen Hawking but of course it was Siri responding to an absentminded tap on the keyboard. Cross, I let out a: ‘Bloody machine’.
‘I’m sorry. I didn’t catch that.’