Corked!

[desperance]

Hee. I hoovered up a cork. (There are lots of corks on the floor of my dining-room. This is not so much an expression of bibulous slovenliness, as it is "ooh! cork!" *biffs* - and how can I take his toys away from him?)(Sometimes I do think he has enough toys, but that's another matter...)

Anyway: turns out a cork is the exact right width to clog a vacuum nozzle, just at the bit where it stops being a flexible hose and becomes a stiff tube, turning itself at an angle to make a convenient handle to work it by. Viz, at the most ultimately inconvenient place for dislodging something that is very firmly stuck (it hath a powerful suck, I deem).

Fortunately, I can haz brainz today. I took the whole hose out into the garden and thrust it onto the outside tap, which is of a force incalculable. Pop! Out came the cork, followed by a veritable fountain. So I have even washed the interior of my vacuum today.

And now I have stopped. I have opened a bottle of wine ("ooh! cork!" *biffs*) and am going to sit and do nothing for half an hour, while I listen to Clue on R4. Humph may be gone, but we've got, what, thirty years of archive? Thirty-five? Verily we are blessed.

And then I'll scuttle out of the house and down to the bus station to meet houseguests. Eek. *is not ready*

Comments

[mevennen.livejournal.com]

Chaz, thank you for this post. I have been a bit (well, more than a bit) sideswiped by FD's daughter's post this morning and when I read about the cork it has somehow righted my equilibrium like - well, a cork on a wave. I don't know why. I think it's just one of those 'normal life' things.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Yup. That news caught me too, all unready. If I can have helped even a little, I'm glad. There's nothing quite so grounding as housework devolved into slapstick...

[owlfish]

This reminds me a little of the recent "baby kitten rescued by vacuum cleaner" story.