Monday, 14 January 2008

Another note to Alien Wally…

Thank you for the new vacuum cleaner.

After Mags’ outright refusal to use the upright Stepford-style beastie that dared masquerade as a vacuum cleaner, she and Alien Wally cycled through bouts of sweeping the flat (Mags) and stoic vacuuming (Alien Wally) in an effort to stem the tide of MacNoodle hair that threatened to engulf them. They finally gave in and went to see what the January sales could offer in terms of new vacuum cleaners. As expected, this was a Very Exciting Shopping Trip. Not.

But, at the end of the day, Alien Wally and Mags returned home with a tiny wee thing. So small, yet so much more powerful than that other sucky thing. After years of “hoovering” with every model of vacuum cleaner but an actual Hoover, Mags can now, a la Google, finally use the company name as a verb. Well, she could if she’d actually used the Hoover yet. See, Alien Wally, bless his dear soul, is such a fantastic husband that he’s still been doing the vacuuming. Mags is a very lucky woman!

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