But then the Dyson Animal DC34 and I came face to face for the first time. What else can I say; it was love at first suck.
Strong, sexy, and a super cool fuchsia colour to boot, how could I resist this feline of the vacuum cleaner species? Then there has been the small fact it’s made my life oh so much easier thanks to its patented Radix Cyclone™ technology. In language you and I speak, this means there’s no loss of suction, as well as zero “power fade” because it releases its charge evenly. Sadly, as soon as the battery power of my old faithful wears down, so does its capacity to adequately clean.
I’m a busy wife and mother; I have needs. Is it any wonder I have strayed?
The toddler too has succumbed to the Dyson’s evocative lure. You can guarantee each time I find a reason to procure its powerful cleaning abilities, he appears out of nowhere to be by my side. “Mummy, my turn next!” he demands, and sets about sucking up imaginary fragments from the floor. And if this is what it takes to get my son interested in helping out around the house then I am SOLD!
All I have left to fear is that the good people at Dyson will ask for the Animal back! Considering I have become addicted to its superior suction capabilities and effortless ability to make chores more manageable, this has the potential to be a messy break-up…
Who knew heaven in a handheld vacuum cleaner was possible? Dyson, I THANK YOU!