Finally made my decision about a vacuum cleaner, and ordered it yesterday:
I know, I know; it’s not very sexy or modern, doesn’t look sleek and has only one function, but it should get the job done. If you think of the above as the 1911 of vacuum cleaners, it will explain my decision.
Many, MANY thanks to all for your helpful suggestions. (In addition to the Comments, I got dozens more via email, and they all really helped. Thankee again.)
In response to that tiresome little prick from Florida:
Entries in Comments, when you get back from the bathroom.
Ranked in ascending order of frightfulness:
- All your polo ponies get colic on the day before the club championship
- Your Bentley mechanic is away on vacation right when the Mulsanne needs a service
- Left the gold Breitling on the yacht; are forced to wear the oh-so-common steel Rolex to the White House dinner instead
- Your company’s stock drops 2%, causing your net worth to plunge to a paltry $5 billion
And the absolute worst problem any rich man could have:
Further woeful suggestions in Comments.
Looks like the Morrisons supermarket chain is going to be a breakfast destination for any of you visiting Britishland in the future:
(You may want to take a companion, as that’s a single serving. And it costs just under $7.)
And they call American portions excessive…