DeeKnow’s Grotto

Dumping a portion of mortgage onto a floating rate seemed such a sensible idea 12 months ago. At first we really cracked into it and a good handfull of thousands disappeared quickly off our capital, but apparently there is an unavoidable fiscal magnetism of available credit which compels you to spend the lot every time a reasonable sum has begun to acumulate.

So it was that we passed through the doors of one of the evil mega-store shopping hells owned by a coropration from across the ditch looking for something to blow our pennies on.

I was hoping (without looking to keen) that we'd be heading to the home-electronics area for a browse, but Pederson clearly had other ideas and with a steely look in her eye directed us off to the dreaded home-appliances by which time I began to suspect a new vacumn-cleaner could be on the cards. And then I heard the dreaded words...

"Ooh, lets get a vacum-cleaner"

And just at that instant I spotted the strategically placed and astronomically priced Dyson stand. Quick as a whistle I exclaimed with a healthy dose of negativity...

"Were not buying a friggin Dyson"

Which of course was the worst possible thing to say coz her-indoors had the ear of a homely looking attendant in a shot, and the two of them were soon enthusiastically demoing hardware up and down the carpet, casting disaproving looks at the Kamakuza's down the aisle listed at a quarter of the price.

Needless to say, despite all my arguments against the purchase, we left the building left stage with 700kg of machinery and packaging clealy labelled "Dyson". Now I'll just have to read up on the specs so I can quote something to any blokes that happen to spot the machine lying about at home, and point out that "its not me that does the hoovering you know" ..... if only.

11:03:06 PM