When I was younger I lived very close to a hoover clinic in Cork city. The window of the shop was full of hoovers (obviously) including these stubby ones that the makers had decided to “jazz up” with a little face.
Now anyone who works with me knows that my office is a pig sty, though I prefer to refer to it as organised chaos, so it’s not that surprising that my keyboard and desk would be covered in crud. (I already mentioned that I was a pig, didn’t I?)
If anyone wants to get me one of these computer / desktop hoovers I won’t complain, though of course there is no guarantee that I’ll actually use it:
