Return to the Stage

I really love all the rare things I get to see all over the world in this group. So, let me show you something exceedingly rare by my bedroom window today here in Cornwall…

It is my humble hoover finally taking centre stage – draped appropriately, and rather dramatically, on either side by the almost theatrical curtains that seem to be inviting me to erupt into rapturous applause for this vacuum’s long awaited return to the stage. Yes. It’s been a while.

In fact, it’s been so long since it rolled across my carpet shores that it’s even covered in a thick layer of dust itself. Shame on me, I hear you say. But this blue lesser dusted creature has had to sadly languish in the cupboard for months on end waiting for me to have the necessary energy to bring it back out to play.

Who knew how much joy this star of a hoover would end up bringing. A machine with the ability to change how things look instantly before my eyes. That hugely refreshing feeling of completion that can come from witnessing a beginning, middle and end to something. An accessible antidote to a sense of powerlessness in these covid times.

And, it was so worth the wait. These floors I could now eat off (well, at a push). These cobweb free carpets ready for my bare feet to now cosily – and cleanly – sink into. How odd to feel such gratitude for this simple act that a few months ago remained so beyond me…

Take your well deserved bow, little hoover. Your encore awaits you sometime soon ?

By Debbie Geraghty

Hailing from Scotland and now living in Cornwall, UK. A window gazing lover of river and clouds. A visual storyteller and wondering wanderer who tries to live deeply - but lightly.

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