The stepmother, on the days she wasn't being a slattern, would force poor Henry to eat crusty old cereal, rogue peas, mud, hairballs, and all manner of crud. The stepfather made him clean up wood shavings and plaster dust - which is Kryptonite to vacuums by all accounts. The step-siblings rode him like a horse and yanked him about by his nose.
The family were merciless; they'd even been known to make him hoover the patio and suck up the gunk that lurks inside the oven (and Henry had heard from Hansel and Gretel what happens when you stick your head in ovens).
Henry would show his disapproval by sucking up coins, small toys and odd socks but the stepmother just blamed Candy, the washing machine, until one day he was so fed up he literally blew a fuse. When the wicked stepmother tried to switch him on there was a horrible burning smell and the switch wouldn't budge.
She was about to look online for a replacement and pack Henry off with his napsack/vacuum bag to a Freecycler to dismantle for parts, or worse, *gasp* dump him at the city tip, when a fairy godmother appeared, waved her magic wand and got the stepmother thinking about saving money and repairing Henry herself instead. She looked on vacuum cleaning forums (yes, they do exist!) and found a Youtube tutorial on changing the parts. Henry hid behind the sofa for the gory scenes. The stepfather went to town with magic beans to buy a replacement switch unit and soon Henry was fixed and good as new.
The family vowed to treat him better and Henry was happy to hear that "he shall go to the hall!".... and the living room, up to do the bedrooms once in a blue moon, maybe to that spot beside the fridge that never sees the light of day, a daytrip to the car to do the grime behind the kids car seats...
Our real Henry, covered in blobs of plaster but looking happy.
This blog post is my entry into the Tots100/PartSelect ’Love Your Appliance’ competition. I could win a gift voucher or someone to come and CLEAN MY HOUSE!