my orange hoover orange

When I arrived home the curtain was half-open so that the arrival of an electrician could be seen from inside, but which also allowed me to observe the wingpiglet attempting to plug the hoover into his wooden bus. It looked like he was speaking to the hoover whilst so doing but was probably just nexplaining to a behind-the-door Nicky what he was up to. Despite his increasing size he still swithers between excited-gear and genuine-fear of things-with-wheels-or-castors approaching him, particularly when they exhibit loudness. It would be interesting to see what he'd make of a Roomba or similar combination of hoover and self-propelled wheeled thing.