Hoovering can be such a joy can`t it…
the massive satisfaction of banishing all those horrid little Bits from your floor, the relief that comes when the job`s skilfully done and dusted.
Sometimes, though, you`re just not in the mood – it`s those same old sarnie crumbs in front of the TV and all that flaming cat detritus – his fur, toenails, litter scattered in frenzied post-wee tidying, the odd hanger-on from his garden patrol…
(That one was a Tardigrade, by the way, and HermanCat was quite attached to it for some time. Mercifully they`re less than 1mm long).
(the ones in captivity).
Anyway, you start on your usual boring old route – living room, kitchen, haul it up the stairs, bedrooms... and all the time that droooone is driving you mad!
Then to cap it all, your vac explodes.
I suppose after twenty years I should have guessed something was wrong… I mean, suddenly it seemed like it was hardly grazing some areas, and the engine had begun to moan like a bull with a headache.
This vac was telling us it had drudged enough - we needed something New.
Friends suggested seeking expert advice from a man who knows, so we set off for Hoovers-R-Us - we were so glad we did!
All those tantalising choices… upright, cylinder, turbocyclonehandstickmotioncompactsensorsyncairborneforce bagless, cordless, noiseless, pushless...
After a session of unrestrained experimenting we went for a slim, light pole of a device with several accoutrements to handle every area you could think of – vaccing like we`d never dreamed of!
"And would you like an outfit with that?" said the man brightly, "You don`t want to get your ordinary clothes messed up with household chores!"
"How could this be a chore!" I giggled over-excitedly as he led us to the display. His selection was huge.
What more can I say other than we are very satisfied with our purchase.
So we couldn`t leave the cat out:
(definitely recommend Muting this hoover)