I’ve fallen out with Alexa. We’re not speaking. Since she moved in with me I’ve asked her just one question and she couldn’t answer it.
She’d been playing my 50s and 60s music all morning and I fancied a tin of soup. But after having Heinz chicken or tomato soup so often I fancied a change for this week’s shopping list.
So I said: “Alexa, can you tell me all the varieties of Heinz soup?” She was so baffled she was quiet for a second, then said: “I don’t know that one”.
I think she thought I was asking her for a song. Alexa is either thick, obstinate or just messing with me. I didn’t know whether to turn her off at the wall or throw her out the window.
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