My Dad is cool. Everyone used to tell me that growing up....of course i never thought he was very cool at all. My Dad always used to embarrass me as a child, yet somehow between teenage years and adulthood he became the coolest person i knew. I proudly display many traits and characteristics of my father as an adult....most of which i feel are completely reasoned logical views! I thank my Dad for most of my physical prowess, I'm sure my Mother wont mind me saying that, as well as a knack....all be it the way of the cowboy...for DIY.
Today my Dads hoover malfunction checkpoint list came out of my mental filing cabinet when i finally reached breaking point with my Panasonic upright. For weeks now its been loosing suction, today it just flattened the brush of the carpet hair. So Ive run through:
1:Taping all holes in the hoover bag up
2:Then replacing the bag
3:Cleaning the filter
4:Chucking it around a bit (a personal amendment to Dad's list....an improvement I feel)
5:Unscrewing the bottom bit and sitting cross legged on the floor amongst various biscuit tins full of screws, bolts and other bits and bobs.
And there it was dangling off its little post....one of the belts had slipped off....simple as that. Thanks for showing me how to look for stuff like that Dad x
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