When I was young (so much younger than today...) I was always fascinated by one particular piece of cleaning equipment. It was something slightly mysterious, picking up things from the floor with barely a sound and light enough for a primary school-age child to manipulate without falling over power cables or suffering deafening noise.
My wife discovered one a couple of weeks back in pile of stuff literally just thrown out into the street awaiting the rubbish collection. Not only is it nostalgic, but it is efficient, faster to deploy than the vacuum cleaner, promotes vigourous exercise, and most effectively of all, can be used after the children have gone to bed without fear of awakening them.
So praise God for the Blessed Saint Ewbank, the patron of all carpet sweepers!
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