The Ex

The ex-vacuum cleaner is currently in pieces on the floor of the living room, which is where it has been for the past week or thereabouts.

The bastard's announcement that the vacuum cleaner had broken itself wasn't properly investigated until today - he's been out and I've had the chance examine the evidence for suicide. I think it might have had help. The defect is a broken ring that holds two parts of the 'hose' together. It is a thin strip of yellow plastic that clips around the two parts when put together and acts to hold the two in place.

It has snapped in half. That would only have happened if someone really stupid had been taking the two apart and snapped it in pulling it off. Possibly old age had given the plastic a fragility that caused it to snap rather than flex. But only a fiddler incapable of leaving well enough alone would have taken the damned thing off in the first place. Or a fool who'd vacuumed up something he shouldn't have and was trying to retrieve it from the pipe work.

Funny how I can manage to clean the house from top to toe with the machine without dicking around with the assembly. Now I'm' doing the house work with a hand held cordless rechargeable.

What fucking pain in the arse that is.