It’s no secret that I love myself a Dyson. I mean, LOVE.
When Dyson offered to send me their newest product to trial, I was excited. The digital slim.
Shiny and blue. Small. Battery operated and with amazing suck. I was in lust.
Of course, in the month that I’ve had it, it’s had a giant work out.
Amy likes to climb the cupboards, to see what we might be hiding in the top cupboard, out of her sight.
It was inevitable that she would tip something out accidentally and I was prepared for that. I wasn’t prepared for her to throw handfuls of flour out of the bag and then use the flour on the floor to make footprints.
Creative? Very. Also messy.
The regular vacuum cleaner, also a Dyson, is a pain. I mean, it’s fantastic and all, but it’s big and heavy and I dislocate things hauling it around to clean up messes. And as it’s an older version, the foot isn’t all ballified and doesn’t move easily for me.
So a tiny little vacuum that I can manoeuvre is so welcome.
Frankly, I adore it.
The only down side, is that sometimes, if Isaac has been particularly messy with his cereal and I’m having to work hard to get it all, the battery will go flat mid-suck. That can be the only problem.
So thankyou Dyson.
Also, please can I keep it now?