Like most people born the wrong side of 1990, I am inherently suspicious of Artificial Intelligence. And like most journalists, though I know it’s the future, I worry it’s on the verge of stealing my job. A case in point: last week, I emailed a chef asking him for an interview about his work. His answer? ‘I have responded to all these questions previously. Get my comments from ChatGPT. ’I’m also underwhelmed by how useful AI chatbots – ChatGPT is just one of several free online tools, multiplying by the minute – are in everyday life. Sure, they can write basic job applications, reply to boring emails and do that dry bit of research you’ve been putting off for weeks, but as a working mum-of-two, unless they can cook my kids’ dinner, mop the floors and do a load of laundry 10-15 times a week, I’m not interested. Or, at least, I wasn’t – until now. Because there are whispers among the more tech-savvy mums at the school gate that ChatGPT could shave one of the worst chores off your to-do list: not only can it plan your family’s meals, but it can – rumour has it – write your weekly shopping list.
