As I sat down to dinner in a lovely old country pub my reservation was cancelled by my iPhone, which was having a tantrum.
The owner of this restaurant was serving us with a smile, we had been shown to our table, drinks and menus had been brought. But the buzzing lump of metal in my bag was adamant this was not happening.
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