“I think it’s knackered. It lacks suction.”
“Maybe you should clean it out?”
“I did that yesterday. I’m sick of this thing. It’s completely useless.” I rip the dust buster apart and tip the contents into the bin amid clouds of white dust.
“Blimey!” he sputters in-between coughs, “what is that stuff? Asbestos?”
“A combination. Why don’t they make these things more robust? They’re so wimpy. Domestic appliance indeed. Someone’s domesticity must be very tame.”
“Combination of what?”
“Talculm powder from this morning, moulding sand from lunch time, styrofoam this afternoon, and icing sugar this evening.”
“Geez you could market that.”
“As what exactly? I’ve got a it in mind to write to Mr.Buster and tell him exactly what I think of his feeble little appliance.”
“!”
“?”
“Well…..don’t slip a sample in the envelope or we could be in big trouble.”
11 hours ago
