I’m a little bit
obsessed with using my Window Vac.
In the winter my
windows collect condensation. It’s frustrating and unsightly. I live on the
ground floor and have a housebound cat, so it can be difficult to leave them
open for an extended period. After a while it starts to feel like I’m living in
a hermetically sealed environment.
It’s particularly
bad after I’ve done my washing. The combination of damp clothing and warm,
sealed windows leads to the creation of my own, self-sufficient weather system,
with the wettest conditions to be found on the inside of the glass.
(This is gripping
stuff.)
The best way to
combat this is with a Window Vac, which does exactly as its name suggests. The
only problem is that once you start, you never stop; you find yourself trapped
in a never-ending cycle, akin to the painting of the Forth Bridge.
Before long it
starts to take you over. You become addicted, counting down the minutes to your
next window-cleaning fix. You start to willfully create the optimum conditions;
leaving the hot tap running for hours whilst you do an intensive workout on the spot.
Thankfully, I
haven’t quite reached that point. That said, I do spend more time
thinking about it than I should. When I walked into town this morning, for example, I
noticed a couple of shop windows that had completely misted up.
“I’d love to get
at that with the Window Vac”, I thought, without a hint of irony.
It’s when you
start fantasizing about removing damp from other people’s windows that you
know you’ve got a problem.