Meanwhile we have people coming over tomorrow and the vacuum cleaner is not working: the brush-head isn’t turning and it is therefore not sweeping. And yes, the manual about how to remove the brush-head is available but I am unsure whether that will do any good.
It is less than six months old, and being my vacuum cleaner has not been getting a lot of use…
It turns out there was a cunningly concealed “on/off” switch for it pretending to be the button that turns the whole thing on…
…and so close to the on/off switch as to be easily moved when you press that.
That’s in the same drawer as Edison’s determination to prove that DC electrickery was superior to AC and to prove the point he made a display, in a theatre, and wired an whole effalump to it.
Edison, despite his fame, was a bit of an idiot … & a patent thief who’s brother in law worked at the patent office. Yes, the very one where patents used to go missing. (But sssshh if there’s an Hamerican around. They don’t want to hear it).
Kebabs of salmon, mixed pepper, tomato, courgette and mushrooms happened chez bee. Mr Bee made this, tout seul - although I ‘made’ the marinade. 'Twas luvverly.
We watched ‘Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind’, as recommended by DS. Hmmmm. I must not overthink this.
Otherwise, I have been reading ‘My Brilliant Friend’ by Elena Ferrante.
Apparently, it helps to passivate the stainless steel with ‘Citrisurf’. This is brought to the Cellar after extensive research. Ahem.
We’ve had a drive out to buy (yet) two more, salt-glaze pots for the garden. Having had terrible luck with growing hostas (AKA the curse of the gastropods) Mr Bee discovered that those planted in s-g pots were unaffected. He izz now going wild (wild, I tell you) with a new collection of hostas. The chap at the pottery knows us by sight and gave us a large discount on the two pots we bought (as he did when it wozz our ruby wedding anniversary, a few years ago and we had roses to plant).
I hope that Twellsy’s edake has subsided/bogged off.