Exciting stuff. I set our new roomba to work today. Funny the things you don’t notice when you buy a house: there’s no door between the guest room and the sitting room (agent’s naming) and I’d never realised I’m not sure how that will work if we have guests, but I’m also not sure that any guests will actually stay in the house. I can see the excuses now, urgent messages causing them to race back to civilization before unpacking their pyjamas. I bet those that do stay opt not to wash and I wonder if any will dare to place their bare feet on the worn bottle green carpet or the flock carpeting in the guest bathroom. Courtney has already observed the comedy of the bathroom “mirror” that is a window straight through to the bedroom and beyond to the garden.
Oriana and I picked up stray wires, closed the doors we could, and set the roomba to work and pressed the big button in the middle. Off it went. Round and round in a spiral, then it shot off to the other room; we didn’t have batteries for the beacon that prevents the roomba from roaming. We watched, fascinated. It cleaned away – leaving all the dirt behind. So, full marks for performance, zero for effectiveness. Time to read the manual.
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