Saturday 11th October - happiness is...

....a new vacuum cleaner?

 We picked up a replacement vacuum cleaner yesterday. They do have a tendency to look like serious handyman tools; the old one looked (to me, anyway) like some kind of high- pressure chemical sprayer

with the dust and dirt collecting in the chamber where the pest spray or chemical rust proofer could be.

It has given years of sterling service, coping with long hair, cat hair and everything else that came its way. But, sadly, it's reached the end.

Enter the Bazooka!

Still a Dyson, but one that must have eaten its own weight in muscle building vitamins. BB gave it a test drive this morning and did the whole house on max power in one charge.

This model reminds me of an amazing toy we got one year called an 'air bazooka', a large but incredibly simple contraption that would send a puff of air across a room. You could aim the air at a target (like an unsuspecting person) and they would feel a personal waft of a breeze even though we were all indoors. Hours of amusement guaranteed. 

The colours of my beside rug, an old Persian rug from my parent's house, have come up all shiny and glowing like jewels. Just lovely. 

Who thought that buying a vacuum cleaner and doing the housework could bring so much happiness and pleasure!