I always thought the iRobot Roomba vacuums were a stupid invention—until I got a dog and had to vacuum almost every day.

On a recent shopping spree at London Drugs (one of my all-time favourite stores), I found one on sale. After my husband and I got over the initial shock that we were actually considering buying a robot to help us with housework, we picked it up and brought it home. My husband immediately charged the little sucker then put it into action in the living room. I watched him follow it around the house, commenting on its effectiveness with surprise and delight. He even broke out the flashlight, got down on the living room floor and investigated the Roomba’s wake under the sofa. Not many products can bring a grown man to his knees.

The money spent on our Roomba is the best money we’ve spent in the last 6 months. After 1 week with it, I stopped a meeting at work just to share the Roomba’s time-saving benefits and urge my colleagues to buy one too. I even lent it out to my sister so she could get a taste of freedom from vacuuming (she’s buying one for herself for Mother’s Day). I love this little cleaning machine because it’s freed me from back pain, a chore I’ve always hated and dust bunnies so big they could form governments in the corners of my house.

No offence to my beloved dog, but the Roomba is definitely my new best friend.

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