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!
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As I’ve got older, I have become more and more neurotic about dust, and dirty carpets. In my single days, I was careless about cleanliness, the odd bit of unwashed up washing up and smudged glass didn’t bother me, but since getting hooked up and having children I have changed. Smudges, smears and muddy boots upset me.
I have become one of those people who ask children to take their shoes off at the door. In our first house we had a sunshine-colour rubber kitchen floor. It looked gorgeous in the show room and it was beautiful but it showed every spot of dirt. I became obsessed about mopping it clean. I was like a Stepford Wife mopping at least once, if not twice or three times a day. I could see objectively that I was a little mad if not deranged. My mood was tempered by the state of the floor. I grew to hate the yellow rubber and was pleased to be rid of it when we moved out.
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