Moving day, part two

Today I got on very familiar terms with my new vacuum. If vacuuming were an Olympic sport, I would be a multiple gold winner. In America, I had a commercial grade backpack vacuum (think Ghostbusters). Having a dog and two cats and a dusty old house means you really have to take vacuuming seriously. I brought my big orange vacuum with me, however David can't find a converter powerful enough for it ("we need something the size of a small fridge" he said). In the meantime, I fell in love with the vacuum at the townhouse. It's a canister with multi-directional wheels. It follows you around like a springer spaniel with no resistance at all. It's easy to switch attachments. And it's very powerful.

The one we bought yesterday is similar, with a few improvements. I'm so impressed by the way appliances are finessed with each iteration. For instance, the small round head with bristles swivels into a variety of positions--a right angle, a 45-degree angle--and was wonderful for cleaning picture rail moulding, which was covered in brick dust.

I spent today cleaning Cherryvalley and David cleaned Crawfordsburn. We settled the pets in, set up trundle beds to sleep on, then went back to David and Stuart's for dinner. Pot roast, Yorkshire pudding, roast potatoes, rosemary-infused gravy, mixed veg, and flourless chocolate torte with chocolate icing, chocolate fudge sauce, and fresh whipped cream. BFFs.
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