What I am about to confess comes with a sad warning. Not a sad, grab your tissues and get ready to bawl warning, but rather a sad, OMG warning. In fact, perhaps for many of you after reading this, it will mark the point in the journey where we part ways and you no longer continue to read my ramblings.
However, not being one to shy away from honesty, I am about to confess that this week I have made 3 purchases that have really excited me…and yes, one is indeed battery powered with a guaranteed duration of 15 minutes sucking power.
Yes, that’s right my friends. It’s my brand new Dyson! My brand new cordless Dyson. In fact, my brand new cordless Dyson* that has this really fancy swivelling head and long hand held sucker thingee (that’s the technical term!), that not only means no more running out of cord from one room to the next, but also sees an end to navigating a directionally challenged pull along number around the skirting boards and cupboards.
And, so I ask you? What better way is there to celebrate the joy of a new vacuum, than to crank up some music and clean away. And the mere mention of music brings me nicely along to the second and third purchases which I made this week which, along with a sad warning, also come with the permission granted for you to roll your eyes and shake your head!
Yet, I challenge you to disagree that music of a certain nature makes you just want to get up, dance and sing along, and there is a place for it in all our hearts. And so on that note, I confess that I am now the proud owner of not 1, but 2, One Direction CDs, and already know half the words….probably not an accomplishment that hard to achieve I acknowledge, and probably something more to do with the fact that Mr T has taken a liking to the music so we listen to it repeatedly…repeatedly…repeatedly.
The beauty of course of us both having the same taste in music however is that, unlike with Mr H, there is never any arguing about what we should listen to. It’s simply an unspoken rule now that when we get in the car, the windows go down, we don our shades and gold chains, and we cruise the beach with the toons blasting out loud. In fact, it could well be said that we just go ‘Crazy Crazy Crazy ‘til we see the sun’
So, that’s it, confession over. If you are still here, I can only imagine that I have now gone down in your estimations, and I have certainly managed to dismiss any last remaining doubts that may have lingered as to the glamorous life I lead. But still, if you ever need a really awesome vacuum and some fabulous toons to dance to while you clean, don’t forget where you read about it first!
*my continued reference to Dyson is by no means sponsored….sadly!