Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Confessions of a serial murderer

... of vacuum cleaners. After my painful decapitation of Henry last year in a vain attempt to fix his on/off switch, I replaced him with a cheap and cheerful upright hoover.

Last night I did it again. I can't pretend I didn't see the strap of Star's school bag dangling over the floor. I just thought I could nudge round it rather than making the effort to move it. I caught the edge.



Distressed, shrieking hoover death-wail.

Acrid burning smell and smoke.

So that would be that then. Another vacuum cleaner bites the dust. It was a very cheap one, so whatever I have blown out (the motor, I presume) would certainly cost more to fix than the hoover was worth.

But every cloud - or hoover explosion - has a silver lining. I missed him. His replacement was bland and unfriendly. It never smiled at me. It was dull and characterless.

Henry II is on his way ...


Karen E. said...

May you and Henry II have many happy days together. :-)

Jennifer said...

Aawww...what a cute vaccuum!

EmilyC said...

I too am a serial killer of vacuums. In the past 10 years I have murdered 4 vacuums. What makes it seem sadder, is that my MIL has been using the same vacuum for like 15 years...I don't know how she does it!

I think your vacuum is adorable too!