Well they do as far as I'm concerned. I'm not
complaining, I've had it for years but it's started getting noisy, really noisy
and in my opinion no longer sucks the dirt up like it used to. So, as my husband
tells me, all things have a reasonable life expectancy at which
point they have paid their way and anything beyond that is a bonus. Well
I'm sure I was in bonus territory so when it starts going wobbly you
replace it and start again. So I ordered one from JL and it arrived on Friday. I
didn't open it, it sat in its packaging in the hall.
When P came home Friday evening he saw it and asked me who it was for, he thought I might have accepted a delivery for one of our neighbours, we do that between us so it's not unusual. I told him it was mine I just hadn't had time to open it. Oh dear, I thought, I should have made time and just put it away and it would never have been noticed. Instead I got questioned on what was wrong with mine, Dysons didn't break, every part was replaceable, it had to be something simple, I should have told him etc etc. Anyway he told me not to open the new one until he'd had a look at mine, he'd sort it out no problem, he'd do it in the morning. I told him the new one was mine now and my old one was in the garage and could be dumped at the skip next time he was going that way. He wasn't amused and repeated his instruction not to open it, it could go back to JL after he'd fixed ours, yes 'ours' he was calling my noisy ancient Dyson now, making it more personal. I told him I'd be using it in the morning. He told me I damned well better not or I'd get have a sore backside.
Saturday morning his habit is to go into the office for a few hours, I usually lay in until I hear the front door open and shut. I was dozing waiting for that signal but it didn't happen. What did happen was I suddenly heard my old Dyson roar into life, like a helicopter engine, it sounded loud even from the bedroom. I smiled to myself, I bet it shocked him when it fired up, I don't think he's ever used it and probably never even heard it for that matter so he wouldn't really know what to expect but common sense would tell him it wasn't right. Well I heard it re-start several times after that, with gaps in between, and I heard the sound change position so he was obviously shoving it around. I got up and had my shower, his car was still on the drive when I came out so I knew he must still be down there trying to fathom out what was causing the problem. When I went downstairs, he had his toolbox out but there weren't any tools in use, he had the attachment flex lying on the floor, he looked up and told me the suction was very good, he'd checked it over. I just said "Switch it on, P, does it sound right?" He said he hadn't got down to that yet but he didn't switch it on. I thought so what has he been doing for forty minutes.
I made myself breakfast and a mug of coffee for the technician. I wasn't smug but I knew he couldn't fix it. I suggested "Why don't we open the new one, fire it up and compare the difference and if it's no better I'll re-package it and take it back to JL, they're very good they'll take it back no problem."
"I was just about to do that," he lied.
So I did it while I was eating some toast, he sat and drank his coffee. The new machine was like a Rolls Royce purring alongside an old diesel taxi. P was defeated and, fair play to him, he admitted it and said keep it out, might as well use it later if I needed to, he'd put the old one in the boot and the packaging from the new one and take it with him to the office, there's an industrial waste skip there, he'd throw it in.
So that was that, a fuss about nothing. If I'd had my wits about me I could have turned it into a spanking.....I think I must be getting old:)
Bank Holiday here in the UK and were out for the day.
Have a good week.
Ronnie
When P came home Friday evening he saw it and asked me who it was for, he thought I might have accepted a delivery for one of our neighbours, we do that between us so it's not unusual. I told him it was mine I just hadn't had time to open it. Oh dear, I thought, I should have made time and just put it away and it would never have been noticed. Instead I got questioned on what was wrong with mine, Dysons didn't break, every part was replaceable, it had to be something simple, I should have told him etc etc. Anyway he told me not to open the new one until he'd had a look at mine, he'd sort it out no problem, he'd do it in the morning. I told him the new one was mine now and my old one was in the garage and could be dumped at the skip next time he was going that way. He wasn't amused and repeated his instruction not to open it, it could go back to JL after he'd fixed ours, yes 'ours' he was calling my noisy ancient Dyson now, making it more personal. I told him I'd be using it in the morning. He told me I damned well better not or I'd get have a sore backside.
Saturday morning his habit is to go into the office for a few hours, I usually lay in until I hear the front door open and shut. I was dozing waiting for that signal but it didn't happen. What did happen was I suddenly heard my old Dyson roar into life, like a helicopter engine, it sounded loud even from the bedroom. I smiled to myself, I bet it shocked him when it fired up, I don't think he's ever used it and probably never even heard it for that matter so he wouldn't really know what to expect but common sense would tell him it wasn't right. Well I heard it re-start several times after that, with gaps in between, and I heard the sound change position so he was obviously shoving it around. I got up and had my shower, his car was still on the drive when I came out so I knew he must still be down there trying to fathom out what was causing the problem. When I went downstairs, he had his toolbox out but there weren't any tools in use, he had the attachment flex lying on the floor, he looked up and told me the suction was very good, he'd checked it over. I just said "Switch it on, P, does it sound right?" He said he hadn't got down to that yet but he didn't switch it on. I thought so what has he been doing for forty minutes.
I made myself breakfast and a mug of coffee for the technician. I wasn't smug but I knew he couldn't fix it. I suggested "Why don't we open the new one, fire it up and compare the difference and if it's no better I'll re-package it and take it back to JL, they're very good they'll take it back no problem."
"I was just about to do that," he lied.
So I did it while I was eating some toast, he sat and drank his coffee. The new machine was like a Rolls Royce purring alongside an old diesel taxi. P was defeated and, fair play to him, he admitted it and said keep it out, might as well use it later if I needed to, he'd put the old one in the boot and the packaging from the new one and take it with him to the office, there's an industrial waste skip there, he'd throw it in.
So that was that, a fuss about nothing. If I'd had my wits about me I could have turned it into a spanking.....I think I must be getting old:)
Bank Holiday here in the UK and were out for the day.
Have a good week.
Ronnie
xx
