Chris and I realised that the end of term is approaching when we noticed that the standard of cleanliness/tidiness of the flat was slipping: something that generally happens when we are very tired and ready for a holiday. Rather than skirt around the clutter until the start of the holidays, we embarked upon a thorough clean up operation last night. Thus, Saturday will arrive, and we can gently ease ourselves into the holiday as opposed to wake up to a list of jobs to do.
Our vacuum cleaner had been getting progressively worse over the past few months. It had always been reluctant to clean the carpet due to its very weak suction. However, when vacuuming the carpet suddenly became a 20 minute job resulting in Chris panting and dripping with sweat, we knew it had had its day.
My mother recently bought a Henry, which meant that her Dyson was going spare. I knew that Mum had not had a lot of luck with the Dyson, but it surely had to be better than the vacuum cleaner we did have; it later transpired that Mum had always had the filter in upside down, so no wonder it didn't work so well.
So, I picked the Dyson up from Tobie's who had been using it to vacuum his loft. I was presented with something that was so thoroughly dirty itself that there was no way we could use it to clean other things; turns out--up until Tobie borrowed it--the Dyson had been sitting in my dad's garage, slowly accumulating a coating of dust and motor oil. However, we gave it a good scrub down before testing it out. Unfortunately, we learnt the hard way that vacuuming a cream rug with a Dyson that had been kept in a dirty garage for months on end and was still damp from being wiped down was not the best idea; the rug was instantly splattered with dark spots of who knows what.
Still, we did not become disheartened. After another little clean and letting it dry out, we tried again: it works a treat. 'Operation: Clean The Flat' was carried out with success before the start of the holidays. Our carpet has not looked this good for a long time, and whipping the vacuum cleaner round the flat is no longer a physical workout; I suppose that means we shall have to start exercising more frequently again, then.
My mother recently bought a Henry, which meant that her Dyson was going spare. I knew that Mum had not had a lot of luck with the Dyson, but it surely had to be better than the vacuum cleaner we did have; it later transpired that Mum had always had the filter in upside down, so no wonder it didn't work so well.
So, I picked the Dyson up from Tobie's who had been using it to vacuum his loft. I was presented with something that was so thoroughly dirty itself that there was no way we could use it to clean other things; turns out--up until Tobie borrowed it--the Dyson had been sitting in my dad's garage, slowly accumulating a coating of dust and motor oil. However, we gave it a good scrub down before testing it out. Unfortunately, we learnt the hard way that vacuuming a cream rug with a Dyson that had been kept in a dirty garage for months on end and was still damp from being wiped down was not the best idea; the rug was instantly splattered with dark spots of who knows what.
Still, we did not become disheartened. After another little clean and letting it dry out, we tried again: it works a treat. 'Operation: Clean The Flat' was carried out with success before the start of the holidays. Our carpet has not looked this good for a long time, and whipping the vacuum cleaner round the flat is no longer a physical workout; I suppose that means we shall have to start exercising more frequently again, then.
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