Being on the latest shift at work a few days ago, one of my duties included hoovering the shop floor. I wasn't really bothered about this, but as soon as I saw I'd be handling Henry Hoover, I nearly died with excitement! I've always loved the concept of a hoover with a face but had never been blessed enough to actually play with one!
So off I went, cleaning up loose thread and small balls of stuffing fluff, all the while talking to Henry. It's a bizarre thing, speaking to a little face who masters in sucking. I even gave the little fella into trouble for whizzing off in the wrong direction when I gave him a little tug!
I've made it my mission in life to own a Hetty Hoover. As much as I love Henry, there's something so appealing about the luscious pink shade of Hetty. I also feel, given her feminine gender, that she may be a little bit more cooperative and helpful! I also plan on getting round to buying a mini Henry and a mini Hetty for the desktop - have you seen anything cuter?!
I did try talking to the duster cloth, but it ignored me. How rude! For now, I shall stick to socialising with those cleaning instruments who have the ability to brand a smile. After all, I wouldn't want to run the risk of seeming insane...