nae hugs?

A couple of Hooverings ago (with the previous non-Hoover Hoover) the wingpiglet crept up to it and pressed his cheek against it, presumably to get more for the intriguing noise and vibration than to express affection seeing as he also presses his head against the window of the washing machine. So far he's slightly warier of the new vacuum cleaner, merely watching it and occasionally standing where his face can be wafted by the output vent. The new vacuum cleaner not only represents an admission that the old vacuum cleaner was utter shite but also means that there is no longer any threat of being compelled to hire a Carpet Doctor from Homebase and then attempting to move all our shite between rooms four times in a weekend in order to maximise the amount of doctored carpet enabled by a single hire event.