Posted by sean on April 20, 2014 at 10:10 pm in Fun At Home with No Comments


The past few weeks we have spotted ants in our house. Not swarms of the things, or even groups; no, solitary ants. I know lone wolves are supposed to be dangerous, so I wonder if ants on their own are more troublesome. Either way, Claire has been killing them. They were probably attracted to the ever-growing grains of sugar, cake crumbs and other bits of food finding their way into our carpet. The problem is, our vacuum cleaner is a bit rubbish. It can’t suck very well (there’s a rude joke there somewhere, but this is a family blog).

To solve our ant invasion and clean our carpet, Claire called her mum, who kindly visited our house, with her all-powerful Dyson. This Dyson is the mother of all vacuum cleaners. Such is its power, there is a setting to rip up not only the entire carpet, but also the floorboards.

The floor of our house was not destroyed. The dirt, however, was – filling not one, but two entire chambers of the Dyson. Our house is now spotless. If it was a bed and breakfast, appearing on ‘Four in a Bed’, it would score ‘10’ under the ‘How clean’ category.

We just need to get a Dyson of our own, so we can keep the house clean and those pesky ants at bay.

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