Since Angus was first able to focus, he has had a strong preoccupation with vacuuming. As a wee tot, he was wary, in a nervously excited kind of way. He'd run and scramble onto the lounge, taking his favourite toys with him... or sometimes the first toys he could grab. Creating himself a panic room of sorts, just in case the vacuum took over the house for a prolonged period. At least he would have plenty to play with, bunkered down on the lounge. As he grew, so did his confidence and fascination with the vacuum. It is now one of his favourite things to do, when helping around the house. Though I doubt he sees it as a chore.
My faithful old vacuum started gradually deteriorating a while ago. Originally a hand-me-down from Mama and a good little work horse while it lasted. This week it made way for a brand spanking newbie in the ranks. The DC35 'Animal', by Dyson. I've taken a leap of faith in purchasing a rechargeable vacuum. I only hope it doesn't end up catching me short as often as my camera and mobile phone do. But it's just so pretty and clever and compact and nifty.
The 20% discount at the MYER pre-Christmas sale also came in handy... AND the free children's Dyson thrown in. Angus was beside himself with eagerness, to get it home and give it a whirl. The box boasting a vacuum that 'really picks up'. Except Mama didn't realise it requires batteries. Four of them... and the large ones. So there was much disappointment when it was pulled from the box and didn't work. When will I ever learn to check these things while we're still at the shops.