My New Friend

My robot vacuum cleaner is shiny and new. I though a long time before purchasing it. Apart from a little noise, it does its job without fanfare, asking for no reward.

My robot vacuum cleaner is forever ambitious. It thinks that it is much smaller than it is, banging itself repeatedly against small openings, trying to get to the dust on the other side. I don’t think It’s too smart.

My robot vacuum cleaner is aways calm. If it gets tangled up in electrical cords it patiently tries to back out of the situation, not causing a fuss, though one day while I took a nap, it swallowed a small one and soldiered on with a tummy ache (Warning: Do not try this at home – we now have one dead electrical cord).

My robot vacuum cleaner is highly distractible. Even if there is dirt right in front of him, he may turn away and go towards some dirt that’s caught his eye on the other side of the room. I don’t mind, he will come back to it later, ….I hope, …. one of these days.

Sometimes I help my robot vacuum cleaner by sweeping things he’s forgotten to get. It’s all right, he’s only little, (with a 90 minute capacity) and I’m big.

My mum follows my robot vacuum cleaner around the house saying, ’Cute!’ in Chinese.

My robot vacuum cleaner likes to hide under my bed and play with my slippers. He has the habit of spending too long in the bathroom, so much so that I have to lock him out after one visit.

One day the power went out and my poor robot vacuum cleaner wondered around the house, red-faced, cleaning for hours. I couldn’t get him to go home, even though I showed him where home was. He just pushed his home around as if it was something to clean. I found that quite disturbing and kind of disrespectful. I didn’t know that my robot vacuum cleaner could have such attitude. But then once the power went back on he snapped out of his trance and went back home for a long, long rest.

My son doesn’t like my robot vacuum cleaner. When he’s in his room my robot vacuum cleaner always likes to rattle the shoe rack, making all the shoes fall off. He is banned from that room now, but that doesn’t stop him from going down the hall and knocking on the door many times to see if my son has had a change of heart.

He’s not a snob, I’m sure, but my robot vacuum cleaner won’t pick up fine dust. That’s ok, he can’t be expected to do everything. He’s not a slave! I follow him up with a Swiffer.

Yes, my robot vacuum cleaner is not perfect, but neither are the rest of us! I love my robot vacuum cleaner.



Hello Blogworld! Can you hear me? I’M HERE, finally – only 15 years after blogs were invented. Thank you nieces and niece-in-law for your encouragement. You will/will not be disappointed!

Soon I will have a picture of 8 grapes above, that my son and I just took. We couldn’t decide on whether grapes photographed better in the sun or in the shade, whether they should be placed in an orderly fashion or whether we should throw them down and photographed them where they landed. You will see our decision by next post. Can’t wait!

As some of you may know, I like writing. Sometimes I have an itch to record something I’ve seen, sometimes I write for the therapy of it, sometimes I just like to impress myself. Thankfully, I’m easily impressed.

i’m a mum with two adult children and a husband – we’ve been married for more than a quarter of a century! (That’s ! as in Yay, not ! as in oh you poor thing.) Apart from writing, I love to read. In a perfect world I would read for most of the day, and be slim and healthy, be a super mum and wonderful wife. But in this world I spend a lot of time looking sideways at my pile of books, tell myself, not yet, you have to get a, b, and c done first. Apart from the above I’ll knit a hat or two, or have a late night jigsaw puzzling session.

What will I write about? Something ponderous I’m expecting. I will be writing about garbage, food words that describe people, and racerback singlets with coffee, that’s for sure. Then I guess I’ll go on from there.

Bye for now, hopefully I will see you next time.