Power

My English colleague at work is emigrating to Australia in two-and-a-bit weeks, joining up with his Aussie wife and anglo/canadian/aussie daughter who moved over there a couple of weeks ago. He's been slowly disposing of the unwanted/unneeded contents of their home for the last few weeks. Last night he delivered his vacuum cleaner to me to buy from him. I'd long since grown very tired of the one that I found in the lunch room at work, dumped by one of my predecessors because, to be honest, it wasn't very good. One of those ones that just has a long plastic pipe and the suction power provided by a hamster spinning in a wheel inside. Last night I had some sort of household chore epiphany; the new device you can see on the right is powerful beyond words, such that one lap of the Beige Towers carpet pretty much filled the bucket. It was almost enjoyable. Another lesson learnt. Sometimes, it's much better to buy a proper piece of equipment than try and cheap out on something far inferior.