I love my new Dyson DC25 Animal to bits -- but it's been a bit of a culture shock. Its predecessor was about 100 years old, so giving me a Dyson was like giving a granny an iPhone.
I can't get over how much it sucks up. Five containers full on the first go around our house. I had no idea I was living in such filth!
OK, I am a bit obsessed by it. I will often take it out do a quick run round the house. My husband caught me once and asked why I was vacuuming at 10 pm, the night before our cleaner was due. I just looked at him and scrunched my brow. Am I the only who enjoys dust being neatly sucked up and encased? Because, I told him. Huuummmph!
So if the Dyson did so well on the carpets in the house, what would it do to our Cheerio infested SUV? I lugged the Dyson outside, fit it with the car cleaning accessories, and said a little prayer (for the car).
It started off nicely. Oh, the rugs really are black. Yuck, what's under here? I wonder what would happen if I ... clank, clank, oh, what's that? A petrified banana? Lovely. Suck, suck, clink, clink, oh, that's where the coloured pencils were. Suck, suck, CLACK! A pound coin. What else is down here? Dora stickers ... a parking ticket from last summer ... is that a Malteeser? Why are there spots on it?
All of that sucking of course did take its toll. When I tried to put the thingy back together (I later learned it was called the wand), it wouldn't budge. So I called the help line and spoke with a very nice woman called Rachel who helped me discover the coloured pencils were obstructing the wand. Six minutes later and Viola! I was vacuuming away again.
So what should I tackle next? A friend suggested the mattresses...
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