Hoover Forum

At athis morning's board meeting, around the coffee table, the Pink Ladies and I swooned in unison over the new hero in our lives: the Sebo.  Smooth, stream-lined and powerful, he has us all in his thrall...  He does what it says on the box and more!  No fuss, complication or tantrums, just masterful performance.  We are all in love...

Battery Power.

It's the little things at Foxglove Falls that keep the machine oiled and running smoothly.

Without doubt, the skill set on my C.V has expanded considerably, whilst in the role of Chief Operations Officer.  Detailed knowledge of the intricate inner-workings of all domestic gadgets is a minimum requirement for the role.  Today's SOS involved the garage door remote.  To be fair, trouble has been brewing here for a while, just last week a quick trip to the hardware shop revealed that my store of spare batteries expired in 2013, a reasonable explanation for the failure to power up.  Scarlett, had to restrain me from buying a back-up, reasoning that on past performance the back up is likely to expire before it's required.

  Well, having crossed this hurdle Leo has just announced:
'Peaches, did you fix this remote?'
'Yes, Leo - all is tickets boo...'
'I've just dropped it on my way to the rower, and it's not working.'

Tout ca change...

Scarlett Sets Off...

As the sun rose over the horizon it slowly dawned on me that today was the day when Scarlett would cross the threshold to adulthood.  Despite the cheery lure of 'Katrina & The Waves' eulogising about walking on sunshine, I ducked my head back under the duvet to savour my last few moments of denial...

The hum of the Sebo from Scarlett's room, the new Hoover has been a hit with all of us, excepting Leo, confirmed that countdown was already under way.  With a mountain of carrier bags decorating the hall and cleaning products on every surface, Scarlett was a hive of activity.  Not wanting to discourage her, I kept stump over my suspicions that the new flat would probably not be quite so spanky for her arrival.  Ahh, how well we all remember that first rite of passage...