Back in June, I bemoaned the on-offness of my vacuum cleaner. It had a loose wire where the lead joined the handle and it only worked when I held the lead right down onto the handle. Wonderful Mike Da Hat, who mends electrical stuff, in an honourably eco-friendly way, when he isn’t taking photographs, kindly sent a string of instructions on the mending of the machine, starting with what not to do.
I passed it on to Tim, who couldn’t quite make sense of the very first instruction. So I continued to hold the lead right down onto the handle until today, when the fractious wire finally fractured. And then I aced the first, second and third instructions and then handed it back to Tim; who sorted out most of the rest, passed it back to me and I did the final putting together. And then I plugged it in and switched it on so triumphantly that the switch jerked back, so we thought for a moment that it wasn’t working. But Tim spotted the problem and it’s as good as new again.
Seriously, the Sebo X1 is the best vacuum cleaner ever. Mine is 34 years old and this is its second fault; the first being a need for a new fan belt, about five years ago. It’s a joy to use and beats Dyson (which, at the time, it cost the same as) into a cocked hat, and I have used Dysons and found them a lot poorer. Tim’s second in 30-something years has just packed in and it’s comparatively annoying to use.
Anyway, today I have done some housework. My cleaners came a couple of weeks ago and couldn’t do everything in the time, which isn’t at all surprising. This is a big house and it’s not easy to keep clean. I’ve been fairly relaxed really, because we didn’t see anyone for weeks and then all our entertaining has been out of doors. It’s not that I’m fussy but, over the next couple of days, we are having people round and thunderstorms might happen and festooned cobwebs aren’t a good look unless you really are Morticia Addams – who I adore and emulate, but I haven’t her sang froid. So, when the hoover packed in halfway through the very hot and sweaty job, it had to be mended.
That was my day, in short.
Congrats on fixing your vacuum cleaner. It’s nice to have an appliance that really works as it should.
Yes, it was awkward having to hold it ‘just so’ or else it cut out. I should have tackled it sooner, really.
I must have totally misread Mike’s dismantling instruction all those weeks ago, because it was precise and correct (once Z had read it properly). Having repaired the Sebo’s wiring, I should probably check the connections between my eyes and my brain. (Ah, there’s a flaw in there.)
I suspect you thought it was more complicated than it actually was. And that’s the beauty of the Sebo. It is simple.
I’m totally with Morticia. Da-de-dah-dah!
The thing was, it was my in-laws coming round. So I had to be on my best behaviour or his siblings would wonder why he’d married me! In the end, the weather was fine enough to be in the garden anyway, though.