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Forgetting a lunch date isn’t surprising in a world where many of us have outsourced our memory to computers and mobile phones

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We were gathered round the table, having a rare, quiet family Sunday lunch, when my phone beeped. I glanced at the screen, and leaped in horror from my seat.

‘‘Bollocks!” I yelled, inelegantly.

My four-year-old looked at me in amazement, As my three-year-old repeated the word ‘‘bollocks’’ in quiet awe.

The message on my phone read:

‘‘Have table. See you all soon.”

I had forgotten that I was supposed to be somewhere else ...