Out this morning looking for a new cordless vacuum.
Our Dyson wasn’t running at its best and even after we fitted a new battery, the charge didn’t last all that long. Certainly nothing like the life I would expect from a Dyson.
We drove to Currys at Coatbridge which was the nearest place with a reasonable array of vacuums … except, they didn’t have any Dyson’s on display. Probably the most common vacuum cleaner on the planet, but they didn’t have enough room to display them. Apparently, and this is the story that came from one of the sales assistants, Dyson demand payment from Currys to have their vacuums on display. It sounds a bit unbelievable, but that is what we were told. Strangely the same assistant told us we could see the Dyson range in Uddingston a few miles away. We ended up bringing home a Shark instead. It seemed to work just as well as a Dyson did, but was a bit lighter and hauled a great amount of dust in the time we used it. So who was the Shark? Dyson or Shark? I expect we’ll find out in the coming months!
While we were out, we did cast our eye over the carpet cleaners in Currys. I don’t think either of us were intending to buy one today, but we did have a look around. Some were big, some were small, some looked like they’d need a whole room all to themselves to be stored in. Maybe some of the bigger ones would fit in a small garage. I just wonder what colour the carpet in the living room would turn out to be if we used one over a weekend!
Back home and after we’d had lunch I took a walk over St Mo’s to see how the land was lying. A group of four or five teenagers were standing on the frozen pond, bashing away at the ice with metal bars. Maybe they were intending to ice hole fishing, like Eskimos or Inuits. I took some photos of them standing in the middle of the pond. The stupidity of some folk beggars belief. I’d imaging your lifespan if you fell through the ice would be measured in minutes.
I walked down to the shops and came back with some grapes, some sticky buns and a nice piece of rump steak. Most of the foregoing was for Scamp, but the steak was for me.
Dinner was a ‘small fish supper’ each. Delicious.
PoD turned out to be a photo of a boardwalk with little bunches of ice crystals spreading out from the gaps. Not great, but good enough for a cold icy and at times misty day.
Tomorrow I believe we are booked in for a lesson in dance at Brookfield. The first dance class in over a month. I’m glad now that we had a practise session yesterday at Glenburn.