Needless to say I was wrong.
Meet Dave. A hoover. A robot hoover actually. For some wives, this might have meant 'dinner in the dog' or 'you'll find your pillow in the spare bedroom' but not this one, strangely enough, I was highly excited! NO MORE HOOVERING! Actually...to be fair, I haven't hoovered much in the last 6 months due to whiplash from a car crash in June last year – so perhaps I should re-phrase that 'MUM....NO MORE HOOVERING!' My lovely mum (ok and on occasion The Husband) have been hoovering so I don't have to. Well no-one has to do it now!
We decided on a name...Dave...a good solid hoover-type name we thought. We charged him up, set him off and watched as he picked up all the bits from the floor. He really works!
He backs out of his little home (rechargeable base) flashes a bit and spins (no doubt to get his bearings) then sets off in a straight line – hoovering as he goes until he hits a wall (or a table leg or the dog) then he spins round and goes in another direction. You'd think with such random movements that he'd miss bits, but no – he's actually quite house proud! The best bit is, that when he's finished, he locates his little home (rechargeable base) and puts himself back on charge, how cool is he?
What did the dogs make of it? Well, Grayson jumped on him the first time he spun round (clearly feeling threatened), William just backed off (with some speed) and hid behind The Husband. As for me and The Husband, we stood watching him...and watching him...and picking up bits of fluff to put in his way saying things like 'Gosh he picked that up!' and 'Oh maybe he'll get it next time!'...'Yep there he is, he got it!'.
The point of the robotic hoover completely missed. 'Surely we're meant to do something else with our time while Dave hoovers, isn't that the plan?' I said to The Husband, arms folded, head cocked to one side, stooping a little to get a good view of the fluff I'd just put in Dave's way. 'Yeah...that's the plan' replied The Husband, crouched down, collecting granules of mud the dogs had brought in from the garden ready to test Dave's suction.
That was then though and this is now. Now? Oh we're masters of Dave now, we trust him implicitly, we go out and leave him on, in the safe knowledge that chores are being done in our absence and that he'll shout if he needs anything (that's what the brochure said). Then shock of all shocks, Dave spoke. Dave is NOT a bloke! Dave is a girl! Dave's girly voice told us that his err her brushes needed cleaning.
Out came the brushes (along with the manual) brushes duly cleaned off he err she went off again but unfortunately he err she seemed stuck on a cycle of 'please remove and clean brushes', so we called Lakeland who very kindly offered to send a new one out.
Replace Dave? I wasn't sure I was happy with that. I'd built up a relationship with Dave, could Dave 2 really replace him? We decided no. So now...we have Davina! She arrived today and when The Husband gets home we shall unpack her together, show her to her new docking point (under the unit in the lounge) and look forward to many more hours of watching what she picks up.
Rock on Davina!
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Posted by: オテモヤン | January 25, 2010 at 12:18 PM
Lynette, I'm so jealous!
I know it is sad but I really wanted a robot vacuum! I love the idea of putting it on and leaving the house to come back and it's done!!
Nadine
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Posted by: Nadine Hill | February 13, 2010 at 01:21 AM